The Weight of the World

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The weight of the world is on my shoulders

Face down in the ground, I’m barely breathing

For years I’ve struggled to stand back up

I am part human and its in my instinct to survive

But i’m also created in the image of Perfection

I have realized it is time for me to give up my false ‘I’

Death of illusion bring Reality

A door leading to resurrection on a higher, Divine plane

Yet, I am afraid.

Terrified to be completely honest

I pray for the courage to let go of what I falsely hold dear

and become one with the light of Grace at the end of my dark tunnel

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