In those moments of pain
When the raw wounds of my heart
Gush their vivid shades of red
I hold out my hands to feel the
Warm pulsing rivers
And in doing so
I allow myself to connect
To my own bleeding precious
Truth
In those moments of pain
When the raw wounds of my heart
Gush their vivid shades of red
I hold out my hands to feel the
Warm pulsing rivers
And in doing so
I allow myself to connect
To my own bleeding precious
Truth
Poems and Petals 
I love this!
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Thank you, Sarah!
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Sometimes we only have that….
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Yes true! Good to see you, Erika, you sound as busy as I am!! Isn’t it wonderful, though!
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Crazily busy… yes, in some way, but I am glad when I am through the mental business. It is a bit too much coming together but I also know that this is the way it goes…
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