Fleeting Authenticity
It was so clear, I was there, I had it, It had me
Lessons I learned at an age dubbed "too young" by myself
No one is coming to save you.
Harsh realities
Denying them, running from them, this can’t be true
They keep feeding me stories of happy endings, so I must be wrong
I wasn’t.
Face the situation, wince all you like, head on with true authentic humility.
Let them stone you with your own words
50 lashes of spoken harshness
You know what you’re responsible for, you change, you grow
Wait
You’re too young to know this
Painful lessons, painful situations make me question my pre-timed realizations
Fall into step
And so many others…
Why did I forsake my intuitive authentic expression of wisdom?
When did I lose touch with these, and so many other, deep truths?
When did I abandon these gifts and fill the void with stories?
