Truth

Mother, I ask for Your protection. I know what time of year it is, what happened at almost this time a year ago. And here I am again... Truth has been spoken in conversations again, and I know it doesn't sit well with her when any unpleasant truth about the bully is revealed. And I know why. I know that she is so insecure about herself that she feels she cannot afford to confront the truth about the bully even being a bully. She thinks she can't handle what would happen if she had to process the harm that the one she is in love with does. 

But that means others have to carry the harm. And You know that I have carried that kind of harm all my life, and that all of us should be freed from it. I didn't tell the truth to try to change her mind about anything. I told the truth because I don't deserve to be forced to hide it and carry it inside of me.

And yet...I don't feel free. Not even a little. Here I am now, afraid of being punished for that truth. So I ask for Your protection. 

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