When you stand at the podium, you are
reminded of those who never knew the importance
of speaking out, and was ready for the responsibilities
that came along standing tall and firm because
someone had to end the curse, cycle, and even the
cognitive dissonance that slept quietly in their tombs
of lies.
Unnerving at the bench, while many sobs at
the coffin in front of them,
but in disguise,
they are crying for all those moments
that slew them to sleep
but never spoke a word, which kept
them silent for decades.
So, when the dragon reared its chest,
and the chosen one, risen,
the prophetic swung into action,
those who were afraid rallied against, and
repulsed at the bold, who didn’t stay silent,
and to see if it was confirmed that the chosen one
had endured such a truculent journey in ways
to attest to their weakness or embolden there
unsolved trauma.
A trickery scheme of those victims that never knew
what healing resembled or felt like because they were and
still are trapped in the motion of trauma. Therefore, when one
operates in a healing glow, it petrifies them at the core.
To be sent to the podium, one must be able to endure the darkness
understanding the significance of healing and being able to speak from a place of experience, as difficult, scary, and terrifying as that may look, is the profession of the decorated leader and someone that has seen many dark seasons but arisen to speak of such experience.
Many battles and wars were drawn and have taught one to be strategic and emotionally intelligent and to move accordingly when an attack is on the horizon. Thankful for those brutal press battles, but it was a signifier for something much more significant, and the seasons are much more ripped like the hanging fruit.
Silence had its season, but it fermented the experiences, battles, scares, and secrets that held one hostage; for a short time, but once that season ended, and new season blossomed with the anchoring of speaking and releasing and uncovering all the lies, secrets that lay buried. It allowed the fresh air to fumigate the room without seeing the light of day.
Healing is just the beginning, and it is a journey; finally, unafraid of the podium that felt like a distant future, but recognizing that one had to prepare for this season and the many to follow.
Thankful for all the experiences and for not allowing my voice to go silent any longer.
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