My poetic journal about life …
Truth Will Heal You
The truth never changes. But we often bury our truth far into our subconscious and we don’t live our truthful self. When we walk around barefoot long enough, we build up a tolerance to the environment. Tolerance becomes a callus never healed. We appear to walk over glass without any pain because we’ve become desensitized to our bare souls until someone shares a story that resonates with our personal truth, and then we begin to reflect what life would be like if we simply healed that callus. I get it – it’s much easier to put shoes on and forget about it.
If you had your arm accidentally cut off, would you seek help or would you silently bleed to death? I’m sure most of us would laugh and say, “Of course I’d get help!” Even strangers would be willing to call 911 to save your life. But, what about injuries under the surface that we cannot see? The red flags we notice and ignore because we don’t consider our mental health worth saving.
A loud knock on the door. Unexpected, so you’re not sure if you should open it. And you don’t have a peep hole or a window nearby to see who is there. If you opened it, you’d have blind faith. Which is not smart considering you’re alone and it’s 3 a.m. You have a choice. Do you trust logic or faith? Go back to bed or answer it? Be empowered in the story of letting go.