mind_abuser88 posts
You will hear What your heart would Love to say. A journey can become a sacred thing: Make sure, before you go, To take the time To bless your going forth, To free your heart of ballast So that the compass of your soul Might direct you toward The territories of spirit Where you will discover More of your hidden life, And the urgencies That deserve to claim you. May you travel in an awakened way, Gathered wisely into your inn...
Picking up the pieces To put myself back together My worth just the same But my spirit is fractured The pain can't be measured But my suffering will never be forgotten Lonely yet surrounded by people So many options nonetheless I remain lifeless The whole world in my hands and still I feel so empty Left to pickup the pieces I've been hated, discriminated,abused, and betrayed. Been judged and unloved















