Voices bouncing, crashing, pinging back and forth inside my cranium.
Lies that tell me I have nothing to look forward to.
I will always be beneath.
The tail and not the head.
A product of my mistakes.
Shame and hurt.
Circumstances will always be this way.
Will never get better.
Lies whispering my failures.
Faults who battle to define this heart of mine.
Lies determining the destiny. Of my future generations.
Twisting my arm in submission, trying to break my spirit.
Lies of the puppeteer. Controlling my thoughts and motions. Emotions.
Deceiving me. Conning me into believing they are true.
It’s time to shut them up for good. To cast them back into the darkness they came from.
They will not define who I become.
Nor determine the future.
I am no longer afraid of the lies.
Love will cast them out.
Perfect love will embrace the truth.
Cling to hope and promises.
Face the future with courage.
God is in control.
Joy comes in the morning.