Her certainty in her own strength.
Maybe.
But who lives without question for what’s
to be?
What do I believe
and where can I imagine,
living a life without my favourite destination?
I accept bliss
and, of course,
the complete self.
Something about my recent joy has made me certain
that I must love in stupid excess.
I have to.
So I write.
I asked for guidance on my journey.
I’m entering life again.
It will happen.
The simple I need,
to have blessings.
My hands sign with love.
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