Filtered

Jun 24, 2024

One word, one look, pierce as a scalpel into flesh,

My mind, hasty in judgment, shapes perception, skewering my reality.

Filtered, through the lens of past wounds, unmet expectations, the echoes of history prevail,

As I feel this reverberation the weight of lack, of 'not enough,' constricting, suffocating, keeps me in fear's embrace.

Yet amid this chaos, a pause, a choice to notice,

Allowing a moment of clarity to surface,

With each grounded breath, a new insight, Illuminating shadows of distorted thinking.

Filtered, yes, by the layers of experience, but not irreversibly so;

For with awareness comes release, and with release, comes relief

In this journey of self-discovery, may I continue to find clarity, authenticity, and growth.