rewritten ~ part two
I'm clinging to Your promise. i won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you This can feel like walking on a beach of sharp rocks in thin sandals, every hard edge is felt underfoot. A burden deeply rooted into who I think I am- the story I told myself to make it through. A story full of exaggerated circumstances and victim armour I now find hard to discard. Lies caught up in a reflex of survival, but that have no leg to stand on. The old life fortifications are being dismantled and I find there's a part of me that's fighting against it. Foolishly. I've been duped by my own mind's eye. What I always thought was the truth about myself was a pale shadow of the Wisdom of real, honest to goodness Truth. you'll learn to live freely and lightly About so much more than physical hunger, I am learning how to cope without reaching for a tangible, home-cooked, sugary something. I'm learning to sit in my own discomfort, insecurit...