Admitting My Avouching Avalache
A delicate layer of snow covered the surface of my emotions until the weight of my secrets became too much to bear, triggering an avalanche of truths that threatened to bury everything in its path.
This avalanche of truths was too indelible as I witnessed my secrets pour out of me.
I avowed myself to avouch my life living with the precipice of self-discovery, the truth begins to unravel like threads of a tapestry.
Here I am, world!
Take me for who I am!
My heart is like a broken vase, shattered and scattered my parts lay.
Who will mend me?
My love? My friends? The Helper?
The glue hardens, and I am mended to my former figure.
A mosaic forms before us.
Within this fragile framework, I begin to weave a narrative of healing, one thread at a time.
I declare to you all that the love of God threads each memory of reconciliation.
Calling to remembrance the steps His son took on this Earth two thousand years ago, healing those who had faith to be healed.
You have the power.
You possessed the keys to the kingdom because the kingdom is found within.
Within me lies a kingdom rich with the treasures of faith and love, waiting to be unveiled in the light of truth.
These treasure troves illuminate the darkness of others and the world around me.
Because of my light, I am able to walk confidently into my destiny.
Like the sun or the Son, they radiate their goodness and mercy onto my soul.
Darkness cannot envelope me.
It tries through the power of Whispers, Shade, Gloom, and Euphoria.
These entities do whatever it takes to overtake me through their enticing temptations.
Yet I stand firm, fortified by the love and faith within me, refusing to let their seductive shadows dim my shine.
I will survive and thrive through the power of Solara.
My Helpmate.