Truth does set you free
erases myths, removes
weighted down notions
like those beyond the earthly
atmospheres of silent, vast
depths, resigned of gravity.
I'm lighter under this new golden
sun, coaxing me from my false
stupors; shimmers blanketing
me like ribbons swirling about
lofty clouds pinned against an
azure canopy, described only
as the heavens, heralding
purity, harmony, abandoning
my falsehoods of yesterday.
Yesterday, when I realized how
the stories I whisper to myself
when I believe God is listening
will be different now. Warmth
streams from this blessed sun
holds my face in its hands,
and whispers, a brand new world
is coming.
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