@tyme @ENKELI @Realness @heartathome @Appleblossom
How are you all doing?
Awoke very depressed which resulted into bad trauma memories. However not feeling to badly at the moment.
My Lies Believed His Truth Released
I believed many lies about myself as a child.
I was afraid
I was not good enough to be.
That was what the voices would say,
not seeing truth,
only hearing fear speak
through the darkness surrounding me.
Through many storms,
the lies I lived
became familiar.
The lie dressed itself as a sheep,
offering protection behind its shields,
promising safety if I heeded its voice,
promising certainty
when my world felt uncertain,
promising answers
that never truly arrived.
The lie whispered:
"You are alone."
So I built walls,
each lie another stone,
protecting me from invaders
that seldom existed.
"You are unwanted."
So I hid my heart,
longing for love
that could not penetrate
the fortress fear had built.
"You must fight."
So I sharpened anger
into my battle axe,
calling rage my strength,
while good life quietly died.
Years passed.
The lies I lived
grew into my shadow.
Heavy chains became my clothing,
while a stranger's voice
slowly became like my own.
Yet my buried truth
kept knocking.
Not with strength or violence.
Not with accusation or blame.
Not with angry or hateful speech.
Only a gentle knocking
through sleepless nights,
through my tears,
through confusion,
through years of wandering lost.
Calling.
Calling.
Calling.
For when we believe lies,
we cannot hear the voice of truth.
All my life truth spoke truly,
yet I did not heed it.
Blind to see prisoners set free.
Deaf to hear true love say:
"I love you."
Yet when at last
I opened the door
of my hiding place,
I found no enemy standing there
to knock me down.
Rather,
I realised truth
was offering me
the freedom
to let love be.
The truth of my life lived
revealed to me
the child beneath my fears,
the grief beneath my rage,
the longing beneath my striving.
Truth met me in my desert
and slowly began transforming me.
The lies did not leave at once.
They loosened.
One wound uncovered.
One fear released.
One tear at a time.
Until I saw,
looking back,
the lies had never been
my true life.
Yet my shadow seemed much larger
when I kept looking backward
from the rising Sun,
not following the light of day,
but truth's brightness revealing
what darkness once concealed.
For truth will always reveal
that the actuality of me
is me.
Therefore today,
I let what is true
be my daily food.
Love's touch
dining in my dwelling place.
For then my true life,
once hidden beneath those lies,
begins to grow again.
