Testimony

Cat's out of the bag now, with the sound of a sigh

Dug up something that I always had buried inside

A part of us known only to those we kept by our side

I'm out there now in the open with nowhere to hide

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I have finally forgiven that version of me that attempted

I saw him as weak, plagued with insecurity who I needed sentenced

An episode I always skipped, sometimes I pretended to have proofread it

The one who cowered in the face of anxiety, there i said it

Instead of getting flowers on my death bed, had my will prevailed

He gave me Flower to blossom me , despite my restraints and excuses

Hill on which my story echoes , farm filled with healing fleeces

He washed my garments and gave them to me cleaned

I don't see myself at the edge of that knife anymore

The only time I am holding a knife now is to the ties I have to cut

I am sorry if the lack of metaphors show a side of me that's a bit raw

The Truth is, the Way has given me a reason live this Life.

I am not asking to be the centre of attention in this ceremony

I have so many tests that the results might be hardly showing

The victory against my flesh has been coming on rather slowly

But atleast I know some of my tests have become my testimony