There comes a moment you rise above,
and shed the layers tightly fitted,
wrapped around, you like a glove.
The weight of all that’s kept you small,
dissolving, disappearing, revealing all.The quiet no’s, the silenced voice,
the dreams you hid behind fear’s vice,The masks and costumes, worn so long,
no longer fit, all ripped and torn.
Instead, a gentle whisper calls,
from deep within your inner walls.
It asks: Are these chains really yours?
Are these stories, truth or cause?
Must these shadows hide from the light?
Or can they morph and change to bright?
Why must your wings be bound so tight,
when your soul was born to take that flight?To live in truth, not bound by shame.
Requires lonely faith, in what,
does not yet, have a name.To stand bare, tall and true,
undaunted, ready and whole,
through and through.This kind of power is not a fluke,
it’s an inside job, a commitment,
a celebration of truth.
Each time you choose this way of being,
You will be rewarded with a new way of seeing.
A sacred shift, a melting away,
a rebirth of sorts, paving a new way.
This poem Honouring Truth carries the fierce yet tender energy of liberation, the moment when the soul no longer accepts being bound by silence, fear, or the weight of old stories. It tells of the sacred shedding of what has kept you small: the masks, the chains, the illusions that once felt protective but now suffocate. Through imagery of dissolving, tearing away, and unbinding, it shows that integrity is not about perfection, but about daring to rise above, to strip back to what is real, and to finally claim the flight the soul was always meant to take.
At its heart, the poem reveals that truth requires courage, a lonely faith in what is not yet visible, and a deep devotion to the self that waits beneath the layers. It reminds us that living with integrity is an inside job, a continual choosing of self-honesty over fear, of power over shame, of freedom over conformity. And in that choice lies a rebirth, a new way of seeing, being, and celebrating what is authentically true.
✨ Reflection Invitation
What are the layers that no longer fit, the ones wrapped tightly around that now feel more like cages than protection? If your soul had the freedom to take flight today, where would it lead?
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