The fog is lifting. warms winds stir my soul.
Sweet taste of life on my lips.
I smell sweetness again.
There is so much more than this...take a deep breathe
and let it out slowly...extasy
The mirror is me..I am listening again.
I remember her, that sweet child that was buried under hell
The mess she has spent a lifetime digging through, sorting through...fighting through.
I am told it is time for forgiveness, love and happiness.
A new journey has begun.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
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