{"id":3170,"date":"2025-04-03T14:09:18","date_gmt":"2025-04-03T14:09:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3170"},"modified":"2025-04-03T14:09:20","modified_gmt":"2025-04-03T14:09:20","slug":"buried-betrayed-but-not-broken-the-rise-of-the-chosen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/buried-betrayed-but-not-broken-the-rise-of-the-chosen\/","title":{"rendered":"Buried, Betrayed, But Not Broken.The Rise of the Chosen"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I wonder\u2026<br>How many Josephs are sitting in their pits,<br>not because they belong there,<br>but because the ones they trusted the most<br>were the same ones who threw them in.<br>They wait, hoping, praying, believing<br>that maybe, just maybe, someone will remember them,<br>someone will pull them out,<br>someone will say, \u201cYou don\u2019t deserve this.\u201d<br>But days turn to nights, nights to weeks,<br>and still\u2026 silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I wonder\u2026<br>How many Daniels have stood in boardrooms,<br>factories, offices, churches, stages,<br>and refused to bow to lies?<br>How many have been thrown into dens,<br>not of lions with teeth, but of whispers,<br>of false accusations, of cold betrayals,<br>all because they chose to stand for what was right?<br>It\u2019s lonely when integrity costs you everything,<br>when the roar of rejection is louder than applause.<br>But even in the den, Daniel, you are not alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I wonder\u2026<br>How many Esthers have hidden their true selves,<br>afraid that revealing their identity<br>would mean losing everything?<br>How many have swallowed their voices,<br>painted on smiles,<br>dressed in disguises just to survive?<br>How many have stood at the door of destiny,<br>wondering if stepping forward<br>means losing the comfort of the shadows?<br>But Esther, your voice was never meant to be silenced.<br>Your purpose is bigger than your fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I wonder\u2026<br>How many Moses have stood before their own Red Seas,<br>feet frozen, heart trembling,<br>knowing they are called to lead,<br>but afraid they are not enough?<br>How many have heard the whispers of their past<br>reminding them of who they used to be,<br>telling them they cannot go back,<br>that their mistakes have defined them?<br>But Moses, you were not called because you were perfect.<br>You were called because you were chosen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I wonder\u2026<br>How many Joshuas have doubted God,<br>not because they don\u2019t believe,<br>but because the size of the task before them<br>makes them feel so small?<br>How many have heard God say,<br>\u201cBe strong and courageous,\u201d<br>but still felt the weight of responsibility<br>pressing against their chest?<br>Joshua, it\u2019s okay to be scared.<br>But fear doesn\u2019t change the promise.<br>What\u2019s ahead is greater than what\u2019s behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And so, to the Josephs, to the Daniels,<br>to the Esthers, to the Moses, to the Joshuas,<br>This is your time.<br>This is the moment where you stop wondering<br>and start believing.<br>It doesn\u2019t matter if you feel small.<br>It doesn\u2019t matter if the journey is hard.<br>Stand tall. Speak loud. Walk boldly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Because greatness\u2026<br>is one call away,<br>one step away,<br>one decision away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/regret-is-a-ruthless-teacher-but-i-learned\/\">I Will Heal, But Not Forget by walkingshadowpoetry<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/v\/19M9UJ6J7S\">https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/v\/19M9UJ6J7S<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"THE CRY OF A BROKEN MAN\/BOY by WALKING SHADOW POETRY\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/--iOlBYu2gk?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I wonder\u2026How many Josephs are sitting in their pits,not because they belong there,but because the ones they trusted the mostwere the same ones who threw them in.They wait, hoping, praying, believingthat maybe, just maybe, someone will remember them,someone will pull them out,someone will say, \u201cYou don\u2019t deserve this.\u201dBut days turn to nights, nights to weeks,and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3171,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[121,97,25,98],"tags":[35,49,34,67,50,61,55,53,22,48],"class_list":["post-3170","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem","category-poetry","category-solitude","category-storytime","tag-poems","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenword","tag-spokenwords","tag-stories","tag-story","tag-walkingshadowpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetrykenya"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_2010-copy-scaled.jpg?fit=2560%2C1707&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3007,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/spoken-word-the-weight-i-carry-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":3170,"position":0},"title":"Spoken Word: The Weight I Carry by walking shadow poetry","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"January 27, 2025","format":false,"excerpt":"I carry this weight,Not on my back, but in my chest.It\u2019s heavy, constant, and it doesn\u2019t rest.I\u2019ve tried to be strong,But honestly, how long can I fake being okayWhen everything feels so wrong? 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