Truth

It’s painful to know the truth. It is painful to see the light, and want to share it, knowing that the very fact it’s you that’s sharing it makes it less credible.

You learned the truth because you were less, worse, more flawed. You saw the light because it was a life preserver thrown to you where others swam easily. Grace was offered you because you needed it more than most. The realness of it so certain because of your own weakness.

Now you share it with those you love. You see the doubt in their eyes because it’s you sharing it. They think it’s because you want your way, not understanding it’s the very last thing you chose.

You were first to the pit, so grace was extended to you. Why would anyone listen? I would not have. It’s why I ended up where I did.

If you read this far, thank you.

Tris