A commentary of experience: my truth
the world strips of all things,
down to the last trace of nail polish left on your thumb,
exposed to your scars and torment,
it is left starkly for all to see,
neatly placed at the forefront of reality,
naked and crying for help.
relentless in its cruelty it may sour your soul until you believe you have nothing left to give,
helpless and on the edge of defeat,
Rage with the last light that threatens the societal expectations of the damsel in distress,
Sever your ties with the reality They say you must accept,
Thrust yourself into a motion that charges in the direction you desire.
Let your anger then turn into love and your force turn into compassion. Do not fall victim to foolishness, but open your heart to growth and enlightenment. Find your footing and don’t cease the fight for your life.
They have conditioned you,
They have stolen your peace,
Take it back because that is where you find your center and begin to gather the pieces, forming something fresh and beautiful.
Denounce he who has brutalized,
Ripping the reigns from the hands of your oppressor because it is he who will face the ultimate demise when he loses to himself.
Build your soul with your imperfect pieces and sweet kindness to yourself, fitting together deliberately but not superbly. You are a mosaic of shards and edges molded into a brilliant image.