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Finding Truth
I wandered through the halls within,
Past guarded doors and walls of stone,
Searching for a love so vast,
Yet knowing I was not alone.
I looked in faces, fleeting arms,
In whispered vows beneath the skies,
Yet every longing led me back
To sorrow hidden in disguise.
For deep inside, behind the heart,
Where silent fears had made their home,
I found the ache of old wounds there,
The grief of feeling all alone.
I saw the walls that I had built,
Brick by brick through pain and doubt,
Defenses shaped from former storms,
To keep the hurt and heartbreak out.
But love had never gone away.
It waited softly, calm and true,
Beyond the shadows of the past,
Beyond the fear I once outgrew.
And as the barriers fell apart,
Like winter ice beneath the sun,
I came to find what I always knew:
The search for love and self are one.
For love is not a distant shore,
Nor something earned by being enough,
It rises naturally from within,
The moment we release 'the' stuff.
Of shame and fear, of 'not yet healed,'
Of all the stories we defend…
And in the ruins of those walls,
Love enters quietly yet again.
