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Liar Lair

Once, a young woman traveled a path So tired of darkness and lies A light flashed in the west And hope took her by surprise A voice said, "Never veer to the right or left Always walk straight and true The enemy longs to possess your soul By luring the wicked heart to do ...........WRONG!!!!" She stopped in her tracks And sighed with a downward slump Telling herself there is no light And she might as well give up Again it came, she wasn't wrong And threw herself into a reckless run She had finally found the eternal light And darkest night is over...and DONE ........YES! YES! YES! Trees, lush green trees, and fruit Just smell the fresh ripe vegetation Life is beautiful, again And she began to take sustenance without hesitation Sweet to the taste, lingering on her tongue But bitter in her stomach when the chewing was done A deep, subtle sense of dread began to arise From the pit of her unhinged soul It's a trap, promise of light You FOOL...you will NEVER BE WHOLE!!! laughter rang out in her head as she wondered about being dead Sorrow, such anguish thickened deep and wide Nowhere to hide in this crazy messed up mind A thought appeared...how did I get here An answer set itself on the throne of her heart "You thought you had the knowledge necessary To finish any journey you ventured to start" She asked, "Well, what's wrong with that!?!" The answer said, "Do you know all that is, was and is to come?" She rummaged around for any evidence that she might Until the answer showed her the path she had run Humbled, and sober-minded by truth She took answers hand And walked away with LOVE And a heart of compassion for herself and her fellow man. Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-11-18 Note: Revisiting a place I came out of over 10 years ago.

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