Tag Archives: self-truth

Drawn Straight from Her Soul

The plummet, she decided, was a matter of inevitability. The truth of it, personal, and not for the reasons they claimed were true. Her fall was purposeful, having had enough of the material things they demanded she chase, the cost … Continue reading

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In a Room Meant for One

In a room meant for one, the storm within shared space with dysphoria, the face looking back not her own. In a room holding two, other thoughts wrestled her own, the other voice accepted by those who didn’t know the … Continue reading

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Contemplating

Who was she, this gentle person, this feminine introvert, so introspective? Of what use was she, she who coveted time, time for contemplation over mass consumption? How was one to understand someone who roared inside, soared in her mind, and … Continue reading

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Someone Else’s Life

It was a truth not difficult to see. Those self-inflicting pain feared the same self-honesty she’d been desperate to flee. Denying her truth of self was to die a lie. Striving for authenticity, while playing a part inside, was living … Continue reading

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She was She

A dream? Not a dream. One eye cracked revealing a dream come true, affirming a truth. She was she, the she she was supposed to be, she’d found herself, despite those who’d opposed her being free. She’d waited all her … Continue reading

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Wrapped in the Velvet of Her Soul

She wasn’t what she seemed, she was that place where dreams went when they required a key, far away, yet, beneath a gentle touch amidst her heart’s glow, transformed, wrapped in the velvet of her soul. She’d become what she … Continue reading

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Potentiality

See you, see in. Seeing yourself is where you begin. To discover, open your eyes, see strengths and weaknesses, possibilities, and lies. All of you is who you are, you’re potentiality. In your pursuit of self-honesty you’ll become what the … Continue reading

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Who Are You Now?

Who are you? they asked. I’m me, who I’ve always been. Always on the inside. Not always on the outside. At least, not until I cried. Who are you now? they asked. I’m me, the me inside set free. It … Continue reading

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Breathing Life

Branded with shame  for living her truth. Scorned. Threatened. Driven to bleeding her life so as to remember she was alive. Was living breathing, or was living having a life worth breathing for? Better to run into the storm and … Continue reading

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Identities

We’re undercover operatives in life’s hide and seek clinging to the truth of who we are, but fearing should we speak. Having to justify our existence should we stray from the line, fearful that what other operatives see is our … Continue reading

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