Poetry Spirituality


When the pressure rises, I choose to let the life in me fight. No longer will I allow the strain to press me back and hold me away from the love I was meant to live. The time is now for the real me, who gets to be and see what life is really like. For the first time in so long (and maybe forever) I am free.

I have seen the destruction of a thousand blessings, good things sacrificed on the altar of another toxic fantasy, forsaking the power of the present moment for a fool’s drunken reprieve. No longer. The veil is removed. Light overcomes the darkness. The strength of death was the illusion, and it’s gone. No more lies.

Lay it down, lay me down, no longer me. I’m done. Let this mind be.

I am.

By Ben Wolf

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