My Truth

Understanding and faith against the odds

The serenity of your soul is like a maze of matchboxes waiting for that spark of essence that you long for. We are mesmerized by the inferno of life that has us trapped and the essence that can free us. When will the fatality of one’s inner thoughts and struggles transform into the daydreams of understanding and hope? What does it take to truly encompass the amount of suffering someone can take and still show they are pure and significant? The decadence of life is so easily lost and rarely remembered in the vibrant radiance of time. The afflictions are resurrected through the demons who falter our sense of faith. How do we shake the hold of the lifeless void of misery that we are endowed with? Our struggles turn into inner conflicts that sanction the soul’s depravity of self-worth. Why am I cursed with the blessings of understanding? What is the purpose? Are we building morality and character when we endure the impossible? Are we better prepared for what our futures hold? My past is what created me and my capacity to discern the lessons was a responsibility that I wasn’t able to grasp until I was older. I have conquered most of my story until I met you. Every truth I’ve ever known were just shades of gray. The morality of my soul is at peace and freed. To have someone who truly distinguishes the person I am behind this carved and tattered mask of my reality is intimidating to say the least. Once that vision of you is released into the world you scatter and scream to hide yourself behind the shadows of your former self. To surrender the protection of the shadows and let someone see your naked truths is binding your soul to another. The insecurities amongst my life are exposed to the blistering cold of a moonless winter night, but it’s not so cold. There’s this faint whisper of a voice that is compassionate and understanding of the vulnerability of the winter cold. I’ve heard this voice before but I wasn’t able to comprehend the significance of its meaning. I find myself crawling towards this voice with unsteady strides and an overwhelming sense of fear. Through the darkness, I found the courage within myself to stand. My stride grows strong and balanced as I become more comfortable with the defenselessness of my essence.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think!! Sometimes it's hard to get the emotions out without underplaying them.