Spiritual Sunday #4 ~ Processing 'my' Truth

I had a visitation yesterday,

ghosts from the past came by my way,

they beckoned me
"return through the door",

a door I'd closed and bolted before!

They said life's
safe and secure in this room,

being momentarily tempted back to the
'cocoon'

I stopped myself sharply in my own track,

I know no use in looking back.

That residence has a price way too high,

abandon my truth, my own heart deny!
.
(do you see my little heart hanging in the balance up there in this image?)

Yesterday I became unhinged for a while,

after a former religious acquaintance called

wanting me to return to
a way of life that I had rejected.

We all have our own mental anguishes,

from time to time these old ghosts revisit and

I have to put mine to bed once more

in order to continue down the path of my truth,

the path that has a heart without the price tag of

'restricted freedom of thought'.
(the expression thereof!)

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