Sometimes there’s just the raw truth. Good, bad, ugly.
It’s there and there’s nothing to do but speak it, own it, feel it. And then let the winds blow and the tide come in and watch the sun set not knowing what light will bring. It’s a terrifying, vulnerable place from which to sit and wait. But what is there to do except wait. And try to trust that what needs to work out, will.
I wish the truth didn’t hurt. I wish my truth didn’t hurt.
I wish time machines existed and the wisdom of age could be transferred to the innocence of youth. I wish I had found my voice earlier.
I wish I was standing on the edge of a canyon screaming my truth to the birds in flight…Screaming the pain out and out and letting go and feeling it leave me. Feeling free of it finally. Finally.
Sometimes we’re not given the chance…we don’t have the confidence or understanding, the voice it takes to speak up, and express what needs to be spoken, and so we suffer and fight and learn to grow tall bit by bit in our own strength, from victories we fought hard for.
We learn to sing before we learn to scream, but our voices eventually carry on the wind, nonetheless.
And there comes the moment when there’s just the raw truth. It’s there and there’s nothing to do but speak it, own it, feel it…and trust.
