Her certainty in her own strength.
But who lives without question for what’s
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.