The only way that the truth will ever set you free,
is when it is your own.
not mine
or hers or his
or the priest's
or the prophet's
not the fired up teacher's
it's that resurrection
the one that heals you
from the bleeding
after it cuts and guts
you and you're living
for the first time
raw and unashamed
wet and covered in
its oxygen reddened blood
drowning in its tears til
you are born once again
this time your chest
heaving, your head dizzy
from this spinning til you
fly for the first time... free
Not so damned if you do, but damned if you don't... but then that's MY truth. ;)
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