is there such a thing

is there such a thing as “the ugly truth”
or is truth, no matter how hard —
no matter how painful —
no matter how much we wish it were not so —
is truth by its very nature beautiful
because it IS, no matter how much muck
we throw at it in our jealous attempts
to make it look like us? all that is beautiful
may not be entirely true, the human heart being fickle-fragile
but is truth — all truth — in fact
simply soul-searing beauty?