Truth isn't all love and light sprinkled with positive shit.
The truth can be life threatening, scary, devastating, Shocking, dark, twisted, bloody, messy and spiritually, Emotionally, mentally, and painful. Being called out, Calling ourselves out, Like reality, Is not rose colored glasses, Denial of what is really afoot, Kind of an ordeal… There’s no sugar coating, To downplay what is really happening, When we are faced with the truth, Of others, circumstances, consequences, And ourselves… Truth no matter how it is received, Confronted, put, Most of the time happens, Like a jolt, smack, shocking us awake, A realization, That we must, That we know we have; To accept, To deal with, To eventually figure it out, Maybe get some understanding, Maybe never getting any real closure, But in all actuality, The truth is something needed To experience, To gather, To sort through, To validate, To evaluate, To live, To carry, Or get rid of… The truth, The many truths we have lived through, Barely scraped by from, Are not, Soft, rosy, comfortable, or full blown magical comforting positive fairy dust.. Some positivity is good, But most is sugar coating bs, Instead of bearing what it means to be vulnerable, Rough, raw, the goods of a what brings Solidifying our foundations to build upon.. Being real, is not pretty, it’s not fun, It’s not light and fluffy, It’s fucking heavy! Not everything is love and light, A lot of it overlooks, Judges the negativity, And that there, causes more harm and toxicity, To one's being.. Let your truths out, No matter what anyone else says or thinks, Our darkness isn’t beautiful, Our overcoming some of them, or all of them, That’s when we find beauty, That’s when we can look back with Gratitude, positivity, But when we are in process, Bearing all the shattered glass, brokenness, Terror, grief, losses, exposing our wounds, Crimes against us, crimes of not our fault, Coming to the truth, the waves thrashing us, Or the memories and flashbacks to what we’ve blacked out, Flood back in, There’s no peachiness, in those truths being revealed, To us… Truth isn't all love and light sprinkled with positive shit, And that is the real truth, the reality of everyone, Living their lives the best they can, No one asks or begs for the shitty and fucking twisted truths We've experienced… Being part of the toxic love and light culture is a choice, To each their own, But I prefer to live without the sugar coating, Live my truths no matter how ugly and fucking messy it gets, However they arrive, land, Or I am swept up and away with, My resilience has been built from those truths… Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror2023 Those shitty truths, Brought back my humanity, Served me the wisdom, I carry with me, still.
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I am originally from British Columbia Canada, but have lived in Iowa, USA, for most of my life. Mom of four, Married. Hello, I am Archives
May 2023
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