Face the truth

When I look above, it feels like- the sky is falling upon me.

When I look beneath my feet,

I sense the earth is inviting me to her womb.

And then I close my eyes,

Pretending to be blind for what I don't want to see.

Hypocrisy, lies, all that cries surrounds me.

When I try to look inside,

Question and face my own fears.

Above all the lies,

A hidden truth starts to speak-

What you are is what you see,

Only you can set yourself free.

To lift yourself beyond the sky,

Find your peace beneath the tree.