A place called reality

There are times in your life when you can no longer hide what you are.
No amount of lies can cover your sins and you are left open to the world. Open to it’s ridicule and to it’s unforgiving judgmental satire.
You can’t hide in the darkness because your self loathing shines a light upon your soul like a beacon calling out to the masses.
All you can do is try and bury yourself under a mountain of debauchery and a sea of regret.
You smile a smile that cracks at the corners like old stage makeup that has grown brittle.
You hold your head up but you still drown in the sewage of your words.
Nothing you do can cover up the tears in the fabric you’ve used to shroud who you really are.
You continue on with a hope that no one notices, but they all do.
When it’s all said and done you return to your blissful lie and wait until the next onset of self-questioning occurs and you take the walk through this place called reality once more.

This Side

Every one of us is born with two very distinct sides.

Each side is as different as day and night.

One side basks in the warmth of the light.

The other cowers in the frigidness of the dark.

There is one side that knows what the simplicity of joy is.

A side that feels the comfort and cordiality of a smile.

A side that knows fulfillment in what we have achieved.

A side that feels the passion of our lover’s touch.

A side that knows the delight of being with family.

This side of us knows the rewards of love and life.

We can flourish to be the person that we endeavor to be.

A kind and gentle person that lives a life endowed with fulfillment.

A person who obtains goals and makes dreams reality.

But there is another side to the person we are or can be.

There is a side that feverishly lashes out from fear.

A side of us that is madly bitter with jealousy and anger.

A side that is scarred from the tyrannies of self-loathing.

A side marred by hate, resentment, and solitude.

It is this side that makes the soul heavy and the body weak.

It is this side of our nature that causes us sorrow and anguish.

The side that holds on to vengeance and greed.

And the side that torments those who attempt to love us.

A heart full of self-pity would never have room for love.

It is within each one of us to be the person we choose to be.

Every one of us has both sides to choose from and to guide who we will be.

The side that we allow to win is the side that we choose to embrace.

The side that we hold near and nurture and the side that we feed.