Truth

I was re-reading my journal and found a poem a wrote.
It was written when I was in a 'darker' place.

This poem does not describe me today, but I wanted to share it.

Truth

My Mind,
This space,
This fear,
This sorrow

Hello my haphazard friend
welcome again

Have you come to turn me upside down?

Have you come to make me hurt?

I hate you

Your presence makes me cringe
though I know you make me whole

I wish you didn't exist
but with out you there is no counter

no joy
no love
no fulfillment

you inclusion in me burns
your presence cuts like daggers

I endure

because after you in light
air
happy existence

after you is truth


I am sharing with you the feeling of my sad place. A place that comes and goes with me.
I felt the need to share this today because today there is truth and light.
Today is not dark.

When I wrote this I was obviously hoping for today, my day of air.
It came, like it always will.

If you endure the light will come.


"In moments of discouragement, defeat, or even despair, there are always certain things to cling to. Little things usually: remembered laughter, the face of a sleeping child, a tree in the wind-in fact, any reminder of something deeply felt or dearly loved.
No man is so poor as not to have many of these small candles. When they are lighted, darkness goes away-and a touch of wonder remains."
- these small candles


I wish for you all a wonderful day full of truth and happy existence!

Much love,

Jessica