the best lies
the best lies are the most cleverly disguised
as truth…
‘beauty that will rot’
feed off your fears
suck you dry
convince you all you’ve lost
has extinguished your light
the most addicting lies would have you believe: all that you are is this infatuation
you’ve been falling for
far to long
hiding in the dark corners of your mind
there they can grow
the thing about leeches
…they can’t survive with out their host
and they will numb you in the places that they suck
so you don’t even know they are there
they don’t want you to remember
the parasites are terrified to lose their source.
their blood.
and you are it.
its harder when you realize you’ve fallen victim to their promises…
their poison
why does it feel so good to keep going back for more
more
more
?
the poison coated in thick, sweet, dripping honey
it tastes so good
spoonful after spoonful
…until it makes you sick sick sick
then the guilt
the shame
now you need more honey to anesthetize the feelings
you’ve forgotten all over again
who you really are
you don’t need the honey to taste whats sweet
you don’t need their promises of beauty riches pleasure to feel alive
however long the night may seem
the dawn always comes
but you must remember to pull back the curtains
even if you just let in a sliver of the sunshine
the darkness loses its power
the shadows must show their faces
the roaches crawl back into their cracks
they cower in their own fear
they sense it…
you’ve found them
you’re tired of their pony tricks— you won’t be fooled again
they’re trembling now
you tear the shades off the windows
let the light flood the room
now you race out the front door
rays of warmth nourish your starving skin
your scars fade
radiance seeps into your pores
as you regain your strength
you generate the radiance
the lies you were steeped in can’t exist here
you’ve become impenetrable
when they look at you they can't stand themselves
no choice but to shrink away
they won't be back again.
...
it hurts to much
you get that sparkle in your eyes back
your glow
you become the lighthouse
…don’t you ever stop shining
someone needs you
your return
your return to yourself is a reminder
we can
we WILL
all find our luminescence again.
infact— maybe you were born for this.
imagine a world that glows
only light.
