In the context of being unsettling
I no longer recognize this reality
Nor sense of so-called normalcy
I never get to wear it long enough
Or to adjust to its comfort or fit
It seems to evolve far too often
Like changing of summer winds
Before a battle of colder currents
It can feel as if life outgrows me
Yet, at other times too suffocating
Some might call it maladjustments
While others will attribute it to age
But for me, I think it’s about losses
Loves suffrage over… special bonds
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Where flight became stalled
Because fear stood its ground
There- is where I- was reborn
Where I relearned my reality
As broken fragments of a self
Where I’ve seen the unveilings
Of time, truth, and Holy love
Where angels cried and wept
For my salvation and healing
And I- wept along with them
Where fire seared my mission
Forged into my soul as passion
A combatant for the wounded
Of humanities silenced…truths
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I often feel, loss accumulates and can layer over time. My genuine care to you and wishes for a good Sunday ahead ❤
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You might be right. Thank you and have a great day.
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I have and still do feel this. Hugs my fear friend.❤️
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Thank you
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Wrong emoji lol❤️
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