Rising For The Truth

You’ve returned when self loathing becomes the greeting in the morning.

With its toothless grin silently but aggressively churns the lies over and over until the truth is obsolete. A continuous thought that holds no merit.

Truth hold your ground anchor your infallibility deep in my soul so I can see your colors and feel your grip.

Make tomorrow the day I rise to see this for what it is. A cyclical moment in time that brings me to my knees but also etches into my conscience a palpable ballad that I shall hum through the journey to my truth.