As its feathers spread and the colors emerge

The peacock gets this sudden urge

It doesn’t want to be colorful, it doesn’t want to be unique

It wants normal feathers; it wants a normal beak

It wants to be simple; It doesn’t want to be called

It doesn’t want the crest of feathers on its head; it wants to be bald

Like all the other birds, the peacock wants to be

It doesn’t understand its beauty, not the same as me

It takes away from itself; it makes my emotions boil high

Not realizing its trueness of beauty, the peacock makes me cry

When God demanded light, he didn’t banish darkness.

Instead it was pushed

Pushed into the hearts of 

You

And me

We’re told we’re sinners

Unloveable

Unworthy

Dark.

Maybe we’re trapped.

Maybe we’re blind.

Maybe we’re abandoned.

But maybe we can be saved. 

Maybe the same God that banished the darkness from creation

can banish it from our hearts

The same God

of the universe

of creation

of human kind

Can save us

From ourselves.

The truth is such a bitter fruit 

And its partner, deceit, is like a sweet. 

Often, the two are seen with each other. 

A lemon candy of sorts 

We cannot have lies without truth, and we cannot have truth without lies. 

Most default to the gluttony of sweets. 

Divulging more and more, before they forget what is truth and what is lie

As facing the bitterness of the lemon truth would mean seeing through to the other side 

The other side includes pain 

The other side includes suffering 

The side of the bitter truth is where you stand, believing it right. 

I stay with the sweetness of lies, allowing myself to be consumed by the disease. 

I acknowledge that it destroys me 

I acknowledge how it eats me from inside, picking at my fat, muscles and bones 

I can’t let go. The dark of lies is oh so comforting

I hope not to see you here

I hope to see you stay in the light of truth 

No matter how bitter it may be.