Searched every inch of my being For the parts of me that screamed you belong here, But she remained silent. No place to call me in when the lights went out, So I made peace with the darkness. Blindsided by the the mirrors of familiar faces, I have forgotten what I look like. Appearance never matched... Sign in to see full entry.
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Diving into incorporating spirituality into our everyday lives. If you are on a spiritual journey, this is the place for you. Enjoy poems written while I was on a journey of my own.
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