The truth spoke to me… sharp, icy & choppy.

The message is clear & loud you need to translate it into action. He screamed in my ears shuddering me to face him. He was aggressive & I was battling, defying & negating.

My truth distant…but clear, cynical but strong.

He overpowered, I wriggled… I found myself timid…..could not face him though, I clung to the words like an insecure child to a mother’s bosom, unable to find the warmth, for it was nothing but me in front of me.

There was a tinge of faint helplessness in the voice, as it did not know what to offer….it slay me to rise.

I don’t know what it left behind, maybe a believer.