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“When we are unable to face the truth of our own feelings, we will vent our emotional pain upon anyone that goes against what we are trying to control, due to the exhaustion of representing our self as the truth, we wish we could be.”
True freedom can only be felt when we stop concealing our thoughts, desires, and beliefs, and stop pretending to be someone we are not, or pleasing others out of fear; for when our truth is spoken, our spirit emerges, and our fear becomes void, to which freedom of our true self takes flight.
~ WOW ~
“Fear is the path to the dark side.
Fear leads to anger.
Anger leads to hate.
Hate leads to suffering.”
Dutch version / Nederlandse versie > Wanneer angst leidt
The future will kiss
Our shadows as if it knew
The things that we had chosen
And all the things that we had forgotten,
It will stare back as if
We were a part of all to come
The things that we had seen
And everything that we had prophesied,
But we are the lost
The souls who burned on Hell’s cold fields
And left the lessons buried there,
The future will still close
It’s cold unempathetic eye
It’s vengeful ghost still chained against
The cliffs we fought so hard to tame,
The laughter rings like rain
Upon the boxes we built as defence
Which wall out the moments frozen
To stop them scratching out our eyes,
The future will still blow
It’s kisses downwind to hide its fear
And all the things that we had chosen
For we are the forgotten.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018
Every year those who relish a particular taste
pry open this wound using blunt instruments
such as a butter knife or a spoon.
Nothing surgical, for they want the mess
to be visible to everyone. See how it hurts.
It is a strange wound felt
deeply by all who saw its birth
televised. Distances conquered
by grief via satellite.
I remember that disbelief,
texture of leather
in the back of my throat.
Then just as quickly came the fear
of who might be blamed.
The hows and whys and whos
that led to the wound were officially declared
but never put to rest.
Repetition turned to religion.
The wound itself became reason enough
to inflict misery a thousandfold greater.
Years later we are told again
this wound alone matters.
Let nothing get in the way
of this crucifixion.
- from Alien to Any Skin, Manila, University of Santo Tomas Publishing House, 2011
Jim Pascual Agustin writes and translates in Filipino and English. He moved to Cape Town, South Africa in 1994. His work has appeared in Rhino, World Literature Today and Modern Poetry in Translation among others. His eighth book of poetry, Wings of Smoke, published in 2017 by UK-based independent publisher The Onslaught Press and is available through them and most online retailers. Jim shares random thoughts and drafts on www.matangmanok.wordpress.com. Twitter @matangmanok
“I Am Not Alone”
By: Kari Jobe
I know that You will be with me
When I’m standing in the fire
I will not be overcome
Through the valley of the shadow
I will not fear
I am not alone
You will go before me
You will never leave me
I see Your light is breaking through
The dark of night will not overtake me
I am pressing into You
Lord, You fight my every battle
And I will not fear
You call me as Your ownYou’re my strength
You’re my defender
You’re my refuge in the storm
Through these trials
You’ve always been faithful
You bring healing to my soul
“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.
You are able to say to yourself, ‘I have lived through this horror.
I can take the next thing that comes along.
‘ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt, You Learn by Living: Eleven Keys for a More Fulfilling Life
Dutch version / Nederlandse versie > Bedenking over verkrijgen van kracht, moed en vertrouwen