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Truth

The truth burns inside me
As though it were lies
That’s the thing about abuse
It has its own life
Your life
Is its life
But no one sees it
Save you
And you walk about
All normal
Until
Something random happens
A child cries
A song plays
Someone touches you
Just so
And the cells of your body cringe
Or quail
Or cower quietly
As you dissolve inside
Your hidden truth
Exposed
But only to you
Wondering where does your truth lie
When you’ve been told your truth is lies

Copyright © 2012 Victoria Pendragon. All Rights Reserved.

About The Author | Victoria Pendragon

Victoria Pendragon's spiritual training began at the age of five, when she began leaving her body to escape massive abuse. She would dive into the earth, then travel up into the trees. She spent many years making that same journey, learning from the Earth and Tree Spirits, and at the age of 12, she began studying metaphysics, becoming proficient in Astrology and Tarot by the time she was 20. In her forties, she acquired a condition both fatal and incurable. After healing from that condition, she began an earnest quest to establish herself as a helping person. She became an ordained minister. Her most recent book, Sleep Magic (Ozark Mountain Publishing), was based on her healing experience.

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