Poem

I stopped myself from what they say is needed. What's important to 'them'? Why get sucked into the tornado? Ones that they don't even know. They have found 'truth.' But truth is not given to others if it is just 'YOUR truth.' SO pause, I Took my time off, I Stood with my body, I I'm not afraid, even though the wall is transparent. Observing the tunnels that they follow, in other tunnels. Being unapologetic, not giving in to fear disguised by submission and politeness. Genuine

So many speak of love, speaks of faith. Few walk through. Waiting, waiting, and waiting. A lifetime passed. Filled with regret and shame. If The North Star is the anchor of those lost at sea. When all else shifts like waves, let virtue, and only the act of it, Be your anchor in life.

Realizing your love includes. Melts all walls. It is not just me. I am not special------- I am free. What creates me is the grace from your mercy. And my, My broken heart that allows you in. Breaking into pieces, and pieces, until there are no pieces. Left, then whole. That is the process. You walk, see, and give. To yourselves, We are complete.