Shedding Skins

Gently stroking melodies caress, peeling back my old skin, as I rise from mourning. Floating like sea mist, before a burning sun, my soul shines back. I am awake. Love flows forth, filling emptiness with healing light, tingling joy surges from within. I am alive.


Here is my heart on my sleeve: treat it gently, please. My mind and history are behind, screaming to accept its defeat. Sometimes all the energy I have, is for standing on my own feet. But I have decided to wear it there, even if it drains me of durability. I am beginning to walk... Continue Reading →

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