remember when I was propped up on matchsticks, breathing through a straw.the
only love offered was wrapped in flypaper and sticky tape. I waited in the
breakdown lane for hours, hearing the sirens wail, touching the bottom of an
endless bucket just to feel it's cold and slimy skin before I could swim back up and
resurface under a different sky, a different breath of air. It's astonishing
the places we go, the people we see, the things that we do to grow.
wait long enough, walk with courage, keep your heart open
and trust. yes, trust. That after all the wars and bloodshed,
love will indeed persist & be the last song sung. Now is the undoing of brick,
kept tight to harbor that precious light you might be tempted to sell on a lark.
every stone that has surrounded you loves you. Topple the tower and
return to your royalty. Dance now in the shimmer of your ruby soul.
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