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I walked around, arms always crossed, never speaking until I was spoken to. I kept my head down, subservient to a ruler who knew and preyed on my every weakness. Lately, I've been fighting back. My arms are outstretched, accepting what comes. I released the anchors that sank my heart for years without waiting for anyone's approval - only mine. My head is held high. The ruler can't weaponize the truth anymore. My acceptance drained the poisonous power of the ruler's previously potent weapons. Now I am not ruled by anyone. Try as they might, they'll never trap me again. I'll never let them for as long as I draw breath, and my spirit can finally soar to the greatest of heights.
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Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 2:30 AM UTC
the power of acceptance.
I walked around, arms always crossed, never speaking until I was spoken to. I kept my head down, subservient to a ruler who knew and preyed on my every weakness. Lately, I've been fighting back. My arms are outstretched, accepting what comes. I released the anchors that sank my heart for years without waiting for anyone's approval - only mine. My head is held high. The ruler can't weaponize the truth anymore. My acceptance drained the poisonous power of the ruler's previously potent weapons. Now I am not ruled by anyone. Try as they might, they'll never trap me again. I'll never let them for as long as I draw breath, and my spirit can finally soar to the greatest of heights.
It's been a while. I would love to know who you think the ruler is or symbolizes!
soulmusings
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Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 2:30 AM UTC
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