The thoughts come
And they go
Aware of the judgment
To what I deem
Good
Or
Bad
And how often that delusion keeps me
From living authentically
Recognition of existence doesn’t mean it is new
It is acceptance of what is
I choose to sit with the uncomfortable
Simply being present poses it’s own challenges
How often I want to escape…
Just because.
Most of my life was spent escaping from perception
Created delusions to justify behavior
Manipulation of facts to continue believing the lie
The judgment I sit with
Is my own
And my worst critic
Is myself
That said–
I project less on you
When I’m honest about me
Denying reality
To appear better
Only
Makes
Us
Sicker
Truth will set us free.
Exposed 