This body of mine She is my home Sometimes I forget How much she does for me, is me She breathes She feels She processes She purges She opens She closes She grows She loves All of me This body of mine She is my home For now. I am blessed to hold her, to
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From the ashes of the fire she rose She had journeyed into her heart to retrieve the pieces of her soul that had been fragmented. Healing all that wasn’t hers to hold. Releasing the demons that plagued her inner most being. She embraced the pain, she embraced it for all that it meant. For all
When I was on a call to discuss about becoming a facilitator for a collective there was a moment that bought tears to my eyes. That moment was when she was describing the moment someone is coming out of their darkness and we get to witness that freedom in their eyes, the realization that they