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…