Its the thread of a thought. It creeps in even When you are not expecting it. It weaves through, your brain into the air. Even when What What we bare is too much to share. You go. you flow with the ebs of the melody Letting it carry you into another Day. A day with new navigations. new stories Each one different from the last. you can't help but keep thinking of the past. LOOK part it all and move forward without fear. Fear and anguish in it it is in which we'stunted in what we can or could have been. Lxx

I am lost lost, in my thoughts. They carry me to places I've never known. Sometimes I wish to be shown Why why there is darkness farm Ander. It consumes me. Like shadows shadows that linger long after the light is gone. I Search fer pieces of myself inside haunted memories, and unfinished dreams still beneath the ruin, a quiet voice roars Survive Not every shadow wins. Not every. grief is loss. So! breathe knowing that beyond all this there is something more.

Where do these WINDS come from.. They are blowing They are showing they carry an echo one that I've heard before one that carries A darkness combined with a sense. A sense of comfort. The wind carries your voice. Letting me know, know That it is OK, to breathe to grieve. To laugh to remember. the happy To be angry WANT To fight the world.. To be bold.

She smiled, for the First time in many years. As She sits and writes about about the beautiful Days, that she's always feared. She faces them on mended wings and angels, guiding her. She fears no more. She is comforted by those that soar. She finds herself at the Crossroads from before the storm. and who she is becoming. She lets the music, speak to her soul Every beat never skipping. Just flowing, fluid. Never did she know, know. That this Was her happy. Lxx

When can I call It home? She has beaten, broken. She had many battle scars But when I look She bares all - Every wound , Every memory Etched in like an Accient maps. Her silence Is heavy Yet her truth Is unhinged Still She breathes A quiet beneath Her bones remember Strength Remembers touch Her heart remembers 💕💓 One day She rise Not as s vessel Of wounds But as a temple Of strength Her scars will be Stories Her breath will be Freedom and She will know She is Home L