Dear Beloved,
Me too. I didn’t realize I saw myself floating high above the traps and quicksand blowing kisses at my feet. I didn’t know that was referred to as pride. Until BOOM! Until what they were saying manifested in an unraveling like no other! Word on the street is, “It had to happen” and they are right.
It had to happen to show you you. Me me. Our haughtiness enveloped in our “I will never”, clouded by the puffs of smoke billowing judgment across the seas of resentment emanating denial.
But I have no regrets. Do you? I’ve forgiven myself, have you?
Let me know…
Love you to life,
💞e
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That’s deep e hope u meant it
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I got it and I have a similar thoughts in my poem Meeting with myself . Blessings!
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Thank you Majka🌺 would love to check out your piece😌
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I love you e! You always have a way with words… 😉
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Thank you so much for the encouragement Michelle💞💞💞!
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