Emboldened Views.

I’ve noticed I’m inclined to either freeze, or run.

But when it comes to combat I fight with my tongue.

Is it warrior energy, or is it an ineptitude to speak out knowing my brash voice could embolden the enemy?

Do my words encumber my outcomes? Or do they protect me from harm? I often wonder what benefit I’m having, if any, when I declare an injustice, when I demand civil respect.

Why do people not mean what they say? Why are they so afraid to indulge the passion of a brazen existence? I will not apologize for being just that. Albeit when I’m weary I will succumb to the empty womb of surrender & I will not put up a fight. I will relinquish my urge to appoint myself judge & jury. I will allow you to deem yourself right. 

More often, however, I find myself emblazoned with a self-righteous indignation. I am no David, but I’ve faced many giants. I don’t always win, but I engage in these battles on principle: I find honor in upholding the Truth. Cowards and tyrants are irked by my presence & I don’t mind being villainized by hearts with hardened views.

With love,

Adrienne Dianne.