The Truth Within The Lie That Made it Past Choice Point

That the fire would burn me and the water would drown,

That Passion would pull me until I couldn’t rebound.

That to name what I feared would make it more real,

And Glory would leave me the moment I kneel.

That Dignity’s voice only comes after the win,

That falling was failure, and not where I begin.

That diving alone meant I’d vanish from view,

And no one would honor the depths I came through.

My Offering

I offer the lie, not in shame, but in light—

As proof I once flinched at the edge of my sight.

I offer the fear that once forged my escape,

And the mask I wore in the name of fate.

I offer the silence I broke with a cry,

The tremble that taught me I didn’t need why.

I offer my voice, not polished or planned—

But raw with the truth that I now understand.

So if you still wander, unsure what to claim—

Know I went under, and rose in my name.

The Lie Within The Truth That The Choice Points

If you dare to dive, to the soul’s darkest steep,

Passion will swim where your shadow runs deep.

Not to save you, but to help you unbind—

For shared glory is found when your own is defined.

And when you seek air with a lesson in hand,

Glory will rise like fire to land.

For if you return with a truth to defend,

Then Dignity waits—not as prize, but as friend.