I Bleed Words Sometimes

Divine Ipseity

Lydia Roberts.

We’re afraid to face ourselves.

We’re afraid of what it might do to us,

Even worse, what we might never be able to do, ever again.

Once the truth is spilled from our lips,

Ones ugliness is made known.


We feed ourselves with pride and then with guilt.

We revolt harmony,

We treat it like we would an enemy.

But why should it matter?

We do what we think we should.

We do what we must.

And in doing so there should be no remorse,

Only contentment, that we did what we truly wanted.


There’s great joy in being who you truly are.

No matter how crude, lonely, gruesome, painful it gets.


It’s a beautiful melody when we reveal the true ugliness of our soul.

It brings a very evident change in us, celebrates our liberty and all that we are, is made known to all and sundry.

Grace After The Beauty Is Gone.

Grace After The Beauty Is Gone.

4 responses

  1. Kathryn

    This is so beautiful.I love the way you combine words with the intriguing photos
    Thank you,Kathryn

    September 13, 2013 at 3:28 pm

    • Appreciate you stopping by Kathryn 🙂

      September 13, 2013 at 3:29 pm

  2. Such a brilliant post! Life is nothing but a continuous struggle deciding whether to love yourself for what you are or hate yourself for what you were. Love this 🙂

    October 1, 2013 at 7:44 am

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