Carry My love, when you grow up, I pray you won't disregard the rumblings in your soul voices so low you may not recognize them at first....
Words rise up,
reveals the landscape of untruths before me, with the pristine waters of healing just beyond it,
and propels me towards the waves of integration, equanimity, and grace
while I traverse over uncertainty, discomfort, lament, and rage.
Writing is my love song and my rebel cry.
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