Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Symphonia.
The Truth
Truth is like glass. You can rely on it to show your reflection, yet it can be easily broken. Once the glass breaks like the truth, it hurts everyone, friend or foe like shards of glass. However, like glass, it prevails over lies and shows the reflection, even in its broken state, for from the broken truth, is a new truth, just as the shards of a glass become new pieces of glass and show new reflections.
We are just like the truth.
The shards of glass make up a mirror, showing the reliability on one another to make it up. Once one falls, we all fall. We become sharp and jagged, showing who we truly are. Anger, prejudice, and first judgement break through, and they all are like sharp poking edges of the shards of glass.
And here we all are. Like sharp pieces of glass poking at one another and hurting one another. However, the question we must ask is not who cast the stone, it is why he had cast the stone.
I am the one shard who is smallest of all. The others who express the anger at one are most alike, yet I am the one, who has the most different sides.
In time we grow to apologize and rely on each other again as the many shards return to one mirror. Our pointed sides disappear into smooth edges and soon the trust is reforged. The forger is the one who wishes to regain the trust, and as to show an apology or regain friendship, the stone caster becomes the forger. Though the mirror is smaller, it will grow larger as more shards are added to our mirror. In turn, I the smallest shard, once again become part of the big mirror, and soon, the newest shard, is the one created by the forger
-M.Hunter Traubel Trainee.
Author's Note: This poem was made in memory of yesterday's events. Though it is meager, it caused the anger and hatred of many users to come forth and burgeon. On a certain message board, there was one user who had angered all of us because of his or her unacceptable behavior. They had angered everyone greatly, and it moved me to write this poem. She had told us the truth of her deception, and that was how my poem came into being. I apologize for those who were exepcting something else. I thought Genis would feel the same way if he knew the truth, and also wish for Mithos to become his friend again. Those who know about the event know what I speak of, and I still seek an explanation and wish to know why she acted like that.
Thank you for reading...