a poem
Speak your truth as horribly as you can, especially when backed into a corner as if it’s your souls last demand.
Let your truth battle it out with the opinions of others. Win-Lose, it doesn’t matter, just be humble incase you have a new perspective to uncover.
Holding your peace will cause the ultimate damage, chip by chip your soul will break while trying to carry the cowards baggage.
Anxiety and depression will ensue when your heart is being crushed and bruised, you need to speak your truth as if your life depends on it, don’t worry about being misconstrued.
Trust the process of finding your boundaries and your self, for it’s all found within the conflict with others and not on a book on your shelf.
Battle and battle until your last days, your sword will be sharp and your enemies at bay. You’ve got one life to carve your path — so bare your heart and consequences. On the battlefield of life; it’s our souls only defenses.
