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I've found my voice again It's cracked through my throat like a butterfly that was transmuting in it's cocoon For five years It's like the impenetrable dam I had constructed to hold back my truth Has been utterly demolished By the power of my truth like surging waters Overcoming my fears Right now my words are like tsunamis I closed my eyes yesterday And I witnessed a tornado rising up inside from my belly Someone prayed for me yesterday and said She saw me at the throne of God, God laid his hands on my head And gave me an anointing of power and courage I am a warrior Borne of love There are no buts or ifs or excuses anymore that I can lean on The truth is spilling through me and for once I'm not moderating it It's wild and terrifying People are scared I'm scared Because I realize now That I can no longer live this lie that I've been living for so long The truth is making sure of it The truth is pouring through me, And this time, I'm willing to speak it.
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
Willfully Wild
I've found my voice again It's cracked through my throat like a butterfly that was transmuting in it's cocoon For five years It's like the impenetrable dam I had constructed to hold back my truth Has been utterly demolished By the power of my truth like surging waters Overcoming my fears Right now my words are like tsunamis I closed my eyes yesterday And I witnessed a tornado rising up inside from my belly Someone prayed for me yesterday and said She saw me at the throne of God, God laid his hands on my head And gave me an anointing of power and courage I am a warrior Borne of love There are no buts or ifs or excuses anymore that I can lean on The truth is spilling through me and for once I'm not moderating it It's wild and terrifying People are scared I'm scared Because I realize now That I can no longer live this lie that I've been living for so long The truth is making sure of it The truth is pouring through me, And this time, I'm willing to speak it.
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
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