It’s Time To Wake Up, Now

Sweet Child

Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash

Down the rabbit hole I go,
a spiral staircase, broken and solitary.
Forced to confront the hidden truths in the depths of my soul.
Unworthy. Unloved. Undesired.

Believing the lies that I tell myself,
that others tell me.
Not in their words but in their actions.
Undeniable.

Light streams through the tattered holes
in this dark psyche I exist in.
The truth reaches for me, shines on me,
tells me I’m not alone.

I turn away,
comfortable in my fear,
my denial,
the falsehoods clinging to me.

It’s easier to believe the lies, than confront the truth.
Wrapping them around me like a cold blanket ,
shivering in the darkness.
My familiar companion.

Teardrops freeze on alabaster cheeks,
hardened by the years
of viral programming.
Who will save me?