It's Time To Wake Up, Now

Down the rabbit hole I go, a spiral staircase, broken and solitary. Forced to confront the hidden truths in the depths of my soul. Unworthy. Unloved. Undesired.

Believing the lies that I tell myself, that others tell me. Not in their words but in their actions. Undeniable.

Light streams through the tattered holes in this dark psyche I exist in. The truth reaches for me, shines on me, tells me I’m not alone.

I turn away, comfortable in my fear, my denial, the falsehoods clinging to me. It’s easier to believe the lies, than confront the truth. Wrapping them around me like a cold blanket , shivering in the darkness. My familiar companion.

Teardrops freeze on alabaster cheeks, hardened by the years of viral programming. Who will save me? No one can save me. I am the only one who can save me. But I am weak. Or so I tell myself.

Who is this broken soul, who hides with in the traumas of old? Shards of mirrored perceptions, twisted to accommodate the fear and chaos and flimsy illusion of the ego, litter the barren ground.

“You are loved, beloved,” the voice sings to me in the dark recesses, bathing me with light and truth. It hurts, the truth, voices of the angels. It’s too much, too good, I want to believe. Only I can choose to.

I pull the coldness closer to me, reaching for the nonexistent warmth promised to me. Empty, hollow promises. The truth arises, like a lone, green shoot forcing its way up through the barren land.

Only I can break the self-imposed shackles. These ties that bind. The self-imposed slavery.

“You are divine, Sovereign, Powerful, Remember,” they sing. Ancient songs, long forgotten, trapped in the corrupted core of our very existence. The truth written by the stars, of our own universe, waiting to be set free.

“It’s time to wake up, now, Sweet child,” the song persists, vibrating with in my soul. I drop the cold blanket, weaved from dark falsehoods. It’s only one baby step, but for now, it’s enough.

For I am enough.

We are all enough.