The Fib Lived.......

A fib survived and severed apart,
the reminiscences of faith and fondness.
I lived the lie and plunged across,
the abysmal turbulence, the callousness.
Censure, guilt, remorse waves
live on and lash across the years.
And I realize,
it wasn't a fib after all.
It still breathes within me,
abler than the truth that engulfed.