The end of Horror

The worst of it

Is the hiding

It would be so much less painful

If it didn’t exist.

But it does

And I hid it

And I hide it away

I am a very suggestive person

And I’m also absorbent

And I have absorbed,

Oh yes,

I have absorbed.

There is a struggle deeper

Than any struggle faced

Much greater lies ahead

And we,

Are not ready,

but we are prepared.

There is a chance Vortex

Of energy here

Do I follow with it and into it and learn to shape it.

Do I fight my way out by resigning, as I have always done.

Beneath the horror of yourself and your behaviors, is another self, clean and Crystal and strong.

And you have experienced so much pain that you can be a sage

And wear your tarnished coat with the clean one, and so, and like with all things, clean will tarnish.

Despite my inner horror

I move through

And the horror loses its edge.

It’s taken me some time and some pain to do this but the horror loses its edge.

The more I touch it the more it de- mystifies.

Good to keep in mind,

For Love.

And maybe the idea underneath it all, is

It’s time for me to create my own reality.

I will no longer rely on the horror of the past to flavor my present

My moment

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