Let me be honest with myself

That culmination of moments When everything joins together In a solar eclipse There used to be light But it was an illusion Space is vast And ever expanding it's darkness I occupy this dark space I find the small amounts of starlight that twinkle in the distance Give me hope Maybe I will return to my home Maybe I will keep going Searching for the truth My truth

Turning my eyes from religion I have turned inward. I no longer spend hours praying to The Spirit. I am in a season of inward inventory. I've begun to take account of feelings buried in my spirit since childhood. Realizing I have stored excess in my mind and heart. But I don't have to hold on to these unwanted feelings. I am acknowledging and releasing slowly the things that have oppressed me. I have oppressed myself for so long. But the beckoning of acceptance calls. On the other side of this journey I know my humanity will overwhelm me with empathy for my fellow humans struggling through this existence. Inward and outward strife no longer serve me on this journey. I will see I will hear I will know I will feel and I will allow it all to run it's course. Resistance does not prove useful in this season.