I Wanted to Be a Better Mother, But My Soul Unveiled Something Else.
I feel driven and inspired to write. That comes from a place that I can’t quite explain. It is what my soul craves, it is my is truth.
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June 21, 2017
Oh, Our Beautiful Mess!
What can we do when we mess-ups make a mess? No doubt we make messes together, but often we clean it up or live with them alone. Regret is sheer foolishness, but not all hope is lost.
The Descent. {poetry}
The descent was not an inferno
Or a sordid pit of corruption or a blazing chasm of hell;
It was a portal
to my highest state of being.