I purge my emotions, and passion with each post.
I deliver myself from depression, and write poetry.
I cut short my hopes, and allow my feelings to roast –
As oppose to hanging from a rope.
I write these things to cope.
An internal bleeding…
An unfair dealing.
It hurts.
I suppose it is a seed.
This is optimism at work!
I suppose it is bad luck;
I judge it to be good, because behold, this is the way things are meant to be.
I am simply growing in harmony.
The universe placed me in the 5D and now all that is meant from me, is to simply grow, in empathy…
