The world gave a deafening noise of judgment
with its unconscious effort to diminish, and lead to what’s unreal.
For some time, I listened, recoiled, then fought with the same ammunition the world used.
The messages came in many forms, wounding the ego,
to awaken me to what’s real, to the part that is never wounded, but always whole.
The pain forced me to go deeper and deeper within.
I emerged, amidst this battle, the fight is no longer mine,
I let love fight for me,
the same love that is in my core.