The Anatomy of a Lie

The Anatomy of a Lie

Buried beneath the world is where I find myself.
I can hardly breathe.
My mind tells me that I am living, but my body is dying.
I am buried beneath my wounds.

I cannot trust; I have been betrayed.
My spirit is waiting for my mind to set itself free, but I can barely breathe.
The weight of my wounds is on my chest. 
The disintegration of my spirit continues. 

I awaken, buried beneath the lies.
I return the wounds from where they came.
I feel my spirit rise.
I feel my breath grow stronger.
I sing my original sound.
I am free.

~Teresa Campos

Peace and love, Teresa 

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