I speak of love
While wearing trauma
The delicate dance
Of surrender
Opening old wounds
Letting the balm of love
Pour in
One day effortless
The next…
Feel with me my love
and
Don’t ever worry dear
You see,
I’m just being… me.
That’s never tragic.
More like a mystery.
Tragic is only a coat
I decide to wear
At times
to feel…
all of life.
Plus the shoes that match are to die for.

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Successful entrepreneur, mother of two, lover of Self, maker of magick!
Spiritually raw and vulnerable. I've traveled the world, well parts, with much more to see. Mined the deepest depths of grief, the field of infinite possibilities and sometimes visit that thin veil beyond space and time.
A lover of love with no lover, an always hopeful heart and loads of great stories to share on the path to --the one--. A writer of poetry, inspiration and whatever else sparks the imagination to guide us both to living whole-heartedly.
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You’ve got so much talent! I think you should get a book published of your work ππ
Sonya Wright 770-403-6399 Sent from my iPhone
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πππ you’re so kind and wonderful for my motivation. Thank you Sonya! I’ll put that intention on the horizon
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