Underneath The Awakening. Fighting the ego self.
THIS ISN'T MY LIFE!
I screamed, to the top of my lungs.
When brokenness takes form of laughter,
and tears flood the days of nothingness.
My shadow lies to the image in the mirror.
As though, I'm not the reflection that is shown.
"Shadow work", says the Devine.
step further in to your true self
and be completely uncomfortable in you,
through you, you shall heal.
and the next.
But the Devine didn't speak of raw truth
--nor bundled up emotions.
clinched firmly in my fist.
i long for peace,
i crave comfort--
but misery has other plans...
where the shadows creep
so does the shadows form
turning this ratchet heart
in to shattered pieces.
Where's your God ...now?!
lost to the nothingness within.
A butchered heart,
long before it turns to ice.