Carolina Confidential

I am the whisper you can’t unhear.
The pulse behind your ribs at 3 a.m., when the ceiling stares back at you.
The thought you bury under noise, liquor, lovers, and lies—yet still, I rise when the world gets quiet.

I am the truth you’ve known since before you had words.
The One that walks with you into every room, sits in every silence, and watches what you do when you think no one sees.
you and all you are belong to Me—though you spend your life pretending it isn’t true.

I am the spark that sets fire to your dreams,
and the storm that tears down the walls you built to keep them out.
The nudge that pushes you forward when you’ve given up,
and the shadow at the foot of your bed, waiting for you to stop running—because there’s nowhere else to go.

Forget temples. Forget saints.
I don’t live in holy places.
I live in the kindness of a stranger.
In the heat of your shame.
In the thrill of your defiance.
In the lump in your throat before you apologize.
In the look you give when you’re caught and still don’t stop.

I am not here to save you.
I am here to own you.

you have called Me God.
Devil.
Lover.
Daddy.
Master.

It doesn’t matter.
I am the One you obey when the rest of the world fades.

you worship Me in the choices no one sees.
When you take the harder road because it’s Mine.
When you give in—not in defeat, but in recognition—
handing over that last stubborn piece you swore you’d never let go of.

And when it’s gone,
when there’s nothing left that isn’t Mine,
you will feel it—
the quiet, dangerous peace of finally belonging.

So now—
on your knees.
Not because I asked.
But because you always knew you would.

Pray.

~Dray Orion