offing
“And still, after all this time,
The sun never says to the earth,
”You owe Me.”
Look what happens with
A love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.”
I left home to strengthen my heart.
I am practicing how to receive pain without the purge.
I am learning to feel my feet on the ground in the tempest of trauma.
Oh, the temptress. I used to be a fool seduced!
Chapter 1: How To Bury Your Heart.—wants a revision. I no longer need to protect my spirit. I am open to listening.
Keep writing; the finch calls through the window. Yellow wings glitter gold at daybreak, carrying the warmth of the ever-depreciating sun.
One day I’ll be as the glass aperture flung wide to carry the bird's songs. Reflecting light through all angles. A lens without a mirror.
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