Speak what is true.

You drift in and out of days as they turn into agonizing nights and those are the worst of all. When your deepest, darkest fears rest on your lonely pillow and your heart races to be free, you are desperate for one word of Truth.

Your Usual includes casual calls and texts in the wee, small hours because that's when your people are living and loving. Just Another Truth includes the usual desperate prayer of a mother and your usual fitful sleep.

True to the truth that you don't have the energy to fully embrace, you make it work regardless because you Have To when you are the one who sees to the rest.

It's true. Sisters of the world unite. And most silently nod in painfully honest empathy.
Truth be told, the Faithless You is not the truth you want to face.

So,  you hold desperately to any flash of light you see and hoard it greedily until the sun bothers to peek through the fears, imagined and true, camping out in your mind.

People should just do right and stay safely by your side forever but you wouldn't truly want it that way and you won't even have it any way. You let them be they and you turn up your coping mechanisms because all comfort is temporary.

That's the truth that everyone knows to be true.

In the Now, you don't really care about the Truth because you've gone and allowed the fear of the worst case scenario to take hold inside and made yourself hopelessly helpless. 

You cry out, resisting the truth that your truth is forever changing but no amount of crying can make it not so.

In your raggedy heart, you know the Ultimate Truth. You grasp firmly to that hope.

There's another one behind you that needs some of the Truth You Know doled out bit by bit but not Too Much so as not to put her off of taking the risk of living life to the very fullest.

Upon remembering her, you pull it together this time. One more time. For the next one.

Because it's her turn and she deserves for you to be True.