Like a garment, anguish had laid itself upon me. Weary woven into it’s cloth. Truth had beckoned me, whispered, “is it enough yet?! Look at me and feel the truth of your anguish of your weary and unbecome this moment, changed by it’s garment but no longer reduced by it!” Denial had enticed me. Whispered, “this is all there is, remain in this cloth. Truth’s liberty is a mere musing.”     

 If truth’s deliverances were a mere musing, denial would not battle it’s existence so ruthlessly.  


6 thoughts on “Garment

  1. Hi Beth ! I’d like to nominate you for the three day quote challenge! For the rules and regulations.. please check out my website - . I hope you will accept and complete this challenge.
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  2. I´m very glad you stumbled upon one of my posts, led me here and I got to tell you that you write very good, i certainly enjoyed reading these two posts. Hope with more time to drop by and do what I have famously coined “my cool stalker moves”

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