The True Dark Side of Awakening
They spoke of light with sacred tongues,
Of veils torn down and songs unsung,
Of peace that hums beneath the skin,
But not the storm that churns within.
No one told of the sacred rot—
The self you thought you were… forgot.
The mirror cracks. The mask is dust.
The gods you trusted burn to rust.
Awakening—what a cruel word,
A blade wrapped in a hummingbird.
It cuts you clean through dream and pride,
And leaves the child you buried—wide-eyed.
The bliss comes later, if it comes.
First, shadows march to ancient drums.
Old traumas rise like ghosts unbound,
Their silence shattered by the sound.
You crave the truth? Then lose your name.
Unlearn your love. Unmake your shame.
You’ll drown in doubt, your myths undone,
And find no savior—only One.
The One who weeps beneath your skin,
Who knows where all the pain has been.
Not light, but fire. Not peace, but rage.
Not sagehood, but a locked-up cage.
But through the ashes, something stirs—
Not words, not dogma, not what’s hers.
A quiet pulse beneath the scars,
A soul too wild for books or stars.
So speak not lightly of the Way.
It asks for all, then walks away.
And leaves you naked, raw, and true—
No one left but all of you.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
💖🌹Brenda Marie💖🌹
Spiritual Life Coach & Soul Writer
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