No More

The Crackening

Stepping outside the facade of superficiality.

When staying becomes the lie.
When the price is no longer conformity,
But the selling of one’s soul.

When the eyes are open,
And the blinkers finally fall away.

There is a trembling, a quiet disarray.
A final crackening.

As the soul whispers softly.
No more.

This is the moment when the truth sets us free.

A soft whisper from the Inner Return.

With warmth,
Brenda