Wound to wisdom, pain to power. A seed of grief, now time to flower.
ALETHEIA LIOLAWound to wisdom, pain to power. A seed of grief, now time to flower.
ALETHEIA LIOLALove is easier to carry than hate. So I untangle from my past and realize my fate. Transcend the pain to forgiveness, to nurture my scars. We are what we witness, and we are also stars.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI dragged my pain into the darkness, I carried it into the light – No matter where I choose to take it, This pain refuses to subside. I washed my sins off in the ocean, I prayed all my badness away, Whichever God I choose to worship, I cannot make my soul be saved.
ALETHEIA LIOLAYou, a God I worshipped Your word was music to my ears Rose-tinted glasses: verdict You confirmed all my worst fears.
ALETHEIA LIOLAClutching a burning match, he said “look, and she’ll explode”. Ignored the gas he poured; his match caused my implode.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI give forgiveness like salt and pepper in a restaurant – Turn my world upside down and it’ll pour out of me, flowing freely, until I’m empty.
ALETHEIA LIOLATrust is an illusion. A systematically flawed word. A total forgery of a statement. Trust assumes infallibility – without errors, mistakes, or fuck ups.
ALETHEIA LIOLADon’t let the ugly in others kill the beauty in you. Let it inspire you to conjure a worthwhile view. Observe their darkness-like space in between the stars. Acknowledged, yet dazzled with the bright beauty of ours. Their darkness is worthy of unconditional love. Just give their ugly, mercy.
ALETHEIA LIOLAAll my trauma grown to thorns, he overlooked it all. Perhaps they caused him to bleed in ways I can’t recall.
ALETHEIA LIOLAMy bloody hands that hold on to faith. Learned that we grow with pain and not age.
ALETHEIA LIOLALies feel like nails on a chalk board scraping down the marror of my spine and truth feels like harmonious melodies gifted from the hands of the divine.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI am worthy and steely. I will conquer again. Truth as my armor; My sword is my pen. Tell me I can’t and I’ll show you I will surviving and thriving is my refined skill.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI can feel her resurrecting. The one he thought he had killed. Strength realised in her resting. It was worth all the blood spilled.
ALETHEIA LIOLASo what do we say to each other is the language of unspoken? The words are sweet; the space is bitter or is this just the them I’ve chosen.
ALETHEIA LIOLAMy core; shook and rumbled. My being; awakened, humbled. My psyche; aligned, revives. My flesh; survived and thrives. This moment. The presence. A gift. Breathe. Smile. Be happy. Exist. Exhale. Relax. Surrender. Inspire. Inhale. Trust. Love. Respire.
ALETHEIA LIOLATrust assumes loyalty; and loyalty in the true sense of the word, the infinite, devoted kind of loyalty – that kind of loyalty doesn’t exist anymore.
ALETHEIA LIOLA