When Truth approached
My front porch
I turned down
Her friendly visit

I knew
She carried wearisome words
So I refused 
To listen

I could ignore
The ringing
Dinging doorbell
By masking with singing

I could hide
In a back room
Turning out the lights
Pretending not to be home

But ringing became  knocking
Pounding louder and louder
Until I the only reasonable choice
Was to open the door

Truth persisted