Allow Me To Speak
Allow me. Allow me to speak. Allow me to speak my piece. Allow me to speak my P.I.E.C.E.
Allow me to speak my words from Paper expressing my Internal thoughts in an External form that was born out of much Concentration with much Energy radiating from me
Allow me. Allow to speak about this piece. Allow me to speak about this P.I.E.C.E.
Allow me to speak about the Poison in our bloodstream coming from Internalized memories of words spoken from the needles, A.K.A the lips of Everyone that Claimed to have this Emotion for me called L.O.V.E which spells love but coming from them stood for Lying Oppressors - Vicious Expressers of opinions not needed.
Allow me to speak this piece.
Allow me to say that Perhaps they didn’t know that I was being drained Ever so quickly by their Constant don’ts and do’s that made me scared to Express myself freely and just be the T.R.E.A.S.U.R.E that I am.
This spells treasure. A word that I never really thought applied to me. Was I really being naïve or was the Tru-Sum of who I was hidden beneath the dirt shoveled on top of it by the Lying Oppressors – Vicious Expressers.
Did they mean it? Maybe not. But, because they didn’t quite understand this freedom we have in The Divine Source Of All, they hid, thus expecting me to hide, thus not allowing me to shine and really speak my piece. Maybe they didn’t mean any harm, but it was I who had to step out so that I could on this day speak my peace.
Allow me. Allow me to speak. Allow me to speak that peace. Allow me to speak my words on P.E.A.C.E.
Allow me to speak my words first written on Paper voicing Externally this Awesomeness I feel way down deep in the Center of my Eternal soul. Umm!
Allow me to speak about this peace. Allow me to speak about this P.E.A.C.E.
About this Patience that helps me to sit in hope and not feel faint. About this Everlasting love that keeps me grounded and helps me not to live in the shame from my pass deeds. About this Awareness of my God’s presence that rocks me in the wee hours of the morning when my emotions tend to tap on my shoulders. About this occasional Crying that cleanses me that I’m allowed to do freely while I sit in my Father’s lap, because I got it like that. About this Ever-glowing light that causes me to be seen no matter where I’m standing or sitting or bowing or lying down in a crowd.
Allow me to speak about this PEACE that claims me. Umm!
Allow me to speak about this PEACE that rules in me. This gift that The Divine left for me and for you
I don’t have to live in shame. No!
I don’t have to shrink back so I don’t offend with my boldness. No!
I don’t have to think any longer about the Lying Oppressors- Vicious Expressers that had me bound before.
I forgive them! I forgive me! Because He forgave.
Thank you for allowing me to speak my P.E.A.C.E in this P.I.E.C.E.