This post is a part of a series of writings during a time of deep healing and transformation. The following are links to the other writings in the series in chronological order: Introduction & Haiku, The Funny Thing About Truth, The Journey to …, He Said I Have Anger, The Long Sleepless Night, Broken Arrow, Safe, Alone, On The Verge, Shred, The Thread, Vindication, Another Inch…Perhaps a Mile, Emancipation, Forgiveness
*Disclaimer…Some of this subject matter is sensitive in nature. Please read and explore in safety.
What is at the base of the fear?
Why would it be so terrible to know what kept me locked
in a prison of denial at best
oblivion at worst
I pride myself with knowing truth
So why would I be content to set a portion of it aside
To delegate one truth as more important than another
To send one truth so far away from my wounded psyche
It may as well have belonged to someone else
The funny thing about truth is
I think it only belongs to the person who is willing to
Look at it
And most important