|Title:||the ragged edges|
The ragged edges our spirits,|
something is stirring inside me;
waiting to be born,
waiting to transform.
My skin, achy and itchy
Perhaps I''m about to burst or bloom.
To trust is to let go.
I wait for emotions to untangle themselves and free me from this private hell.
I wait for humility to bring me peace.
I wait for answers and clarity
to restore me to sanity and serenity.
May I live in a graceful state.
I''m surrendering to the unknown.
I wish to be the embodiment of love, patience and peace.
One day. One day....