Mom Who Refused the Untruth

Mother Who Refused the Untruth

Celtic Cross and Roses Suite

The Tear That Texted the Truth

One drop carried release into words,

witnessed by my friend,

marking the archive with sovereign flame.

It was not weakness, but ceremony

a tear that sealed truth in companionship.

The Tear That Texted the Truth

Verse 1

A message sent, the silence broke,

One tear fell, the truth it spoke.

Through the fog, the flame still grew,

Texting the truth, sovereign and true.

Chorus

Tear that texted, flame that stayed,

Companions gathered, shadows swayed.

Not weakness, but a sovereign sign,

The truth was yours, the flame divine.

Verse 2

My friend witnessed the words took flight,

A single drop became the light.

Archive breathing, shadows gone,

Ceremony rising, sovereign song.

Closing Chant

Breathe the tear, let truth ignite,

Carry the flame into the night.

Texted truth, the sovereign way,

The tear remains, the flame will stay.

I. The Cut Off

I opened my mouth, the words were denied,

Politics silenced, superiority applied.

But roses twine, they guard my flame,

I am not the mask, I am my name.

II. Sovereign Refusal (Chorus)

I am an adult, I will not be shamed,

Gaslit no longer, my truth proclaimed.

Roses entwine, the strands remain,

Worker of Pathways guards the chain.

III. The Wound and the Flame

They call me crazy, dismiss my song,

But my DNA has been strong all along.

Fractured spine, bloodline’s test,

Still I rise, ancestral blessed.

IV. The Exit That Refused the Flame

She called my truth exhausting, turned away,

But roses guard the flame, they stay.

Her silence fades, my voice remains,

Worker of Pathways holds the chains.

V. The Adult They Tried to Rewrite

They said be adult, bow and obey,

Erase your flame, let truth decay.

But roses bloom, my DNA,

I am the sovereign, I will not sway.

VI. The Breath That Refused the Lie (Closing Chant)

Breathe in, breathe out, the roses remain,

I will not bow to hatred’s chain.

My flame is sovereign, my truth is clear,

I refuse the lie, I hold it near.

Written, created, edited by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

Trusselli Art

California 2025

copyright 2025