Acatalepsy

The young man speaks of light and grace,

A smile across his unlined face.

"I think all men are good," he cries,

With Anne Frank’s hope within his eyes.

The skeptic feels the winter chill,

And keeps his weathered spirit still.

"You claim to know the inner soul,

To see the part and grasp the whole.

But acatalepsy is the truth,

A lesson hidden from your youth.

The human heart is never clear,

It’s masked by pride and veiled by fear.

You cannot grasp the hidden mind,

Or know the rot that lies behind.

To call them 'good' is but a plea,

To solve a deep complexity.

I’ve seen the fire, felt the heat,

And watched the face of cold deceit.

True strength is not a quoted line,

But forging gold within the mine.

So keep your words and keep your trust,

Until your idols turn to dust.

For only when the embers die,

Do we stop living in the lie."

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By Anne Hendricks, 2025

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