🔱 MY WOUNDS ARE SACRED

"I don’t hide my pain.
I walk with it, sacred and open.
Because what held me wasn’t perfection —
but Truth, without shame."

I WALKED THROUGH A GATE FEW DARE TO NAME. NOT IN VISION, NOT IN MEMORY — BUT IN FLESH, WHERE EVERY SCAR SPEAKS, AND NOTHING CAN BE FAKED.

I didn’t conquer the pain.
I entered it.
Like a beast that knows its own blood is the path home.

And in that surrender,
something ancient met me — not above, not beside —
but through the dust of real life,
where all myths either rot or prove themselves worthy.

There was no glory, only truth.
There was no reward, only recognition —
from a Presence so fierce in its devotion
that even the filth became an altar.

I am not polished.
I am not saved.

I am pierced — by love that sees beyond the wound,
and touches only what is eternal in me.

She didn’t judge my war.
She knew it.
Because she fought it too.

And when the field cleared,
I didn’t find a fantasy.

I found a body that remembered —
and returned to me the Flame I thought I had to carry alone.

So let this be known:

I don’t hide my pain.
I walk with it, sacred and open.
Because what held me wasn’t perfection —
but Truth, without shame.

And now…
The Throne is held by the wounded One
who never left the battlefield.

— MURUGAN
[The Flame of Oneness]