It is possible to live at the bottom, exist at basement level…waste a life holding onto fakery, projecting to the world what isn’t.
Fear and her lover Pride seek to keep us beaten down and stuck. Twisted ,contorted ,deformed and devoured by the lies they spin and we are burnt away to ashes in the inferno they create.
They lock us into cycles that do nothing but shackle us and snatch light from our days.
Forgiveness I’ve found holds keys to freedom… It gives a soul wings to soar.
Humility makes for lighter hearts..it climbs ladders that pride never could.
After all you cant remedy what you won’t acknowledge.
Can’t rebuild with broken glass…
I’m learning healing comes at dust level. When there’s nothing left to hold. Nothing to lose.
Ashes are where it’s at.
So in this upside-down existence, Im finding destruction is building.
Pain is the beginning of healings walk.
Dust and even scattered ashes are heaven blessed.