In my life, Ive made promises that were not mine to make. So, I could not keep them. I told lies to keep from breaking these promises. "Until death do us part. Beyond everything and no matter what." Promises made to inspire comfort, security and freedom became tyranical dictatorships over my future.
Spiritual unrest and civil revolution of my soul proceeded to march down the main streets of my heart and gathered to protest in the square of my memory, waving flags of guilt and shame. With my ego on a megafone as the grand marshall of the parade, I was cornered and forced to account for these broken promises I made to myself.
As an emotional riot raged within, every aspect of my character gathered to throw broken promises back into my face. Ignoring all requests to negotiate, my self-worth leaned into me until I was on my knees. All of my mixed emotions mobbed against me and all of my broken promises bared down on me. I had made promises under the title of every character within me and accountability had become a demand from all sides.
With no place left to hide, there was no point to try and escape, anymore. The gang of broken promises had chased me down and beaten me into submission. I had surrendered, curled up into a ball on the ground, when all of a sudden, The Truth arrived. Silence fell apon the crowd and it parted as The Truth walked through it, headed in a straight line for me. Once standing over me, protecting me, The Truth reached out her hand and lifted me up.
The Truth is without imperfection, infinite and divine. Promises are made by man, suseptable to failure and flawed in design. The Truth will set you free. A promise will only bind you. I choose to walk with The Truth and ignore any promise that cares to show its ugly face anywhere near my life ever again. Promises are nothing more than Truth wannabe's. While I hold close to The Truth, I may never be fooled by another promise... my own or anyone else's.
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