I used to try to be Good.
Good was my go-to in everything.

But Good got me nowhere.
Not like Truth.
Truth,
she tore me to shreds,
devoured me whole and spat me out shaking and new.

Truth keeps a box of matches in my pocket.
While Good made me afraid of transformative fire.

Truth keeps me real,
even if it makes everyone in the room uncomfortable.

And Truth,
unlike Good,
doesn’t let me bow down to anything.

Truth doesn’t let me give in to bullying, misguidance and fear-based criticism
or cowardice.

Truth is a queen and a humanitarian,
while Good,
she’s a silent,
scared little sheep.

Truth knows that Good dulls my already radiant, fierce and loving soul.
Good showed me how to hide my wings,
my words and angel vision.

Truth Taught me to be brave.
Truth taught me how to respect myself.
Truth allows me to hold impenetrable space for any story,
but first and foremost,
for my own.

— Tanya Markul>> Wanderings