golden mold

within my being;

bore a longing – one

I could not bare to swallow

it shifted, and sifted

sheer volume,

through capacities –

refusing, to

hold in, it’s

wavering; weight


straining it’s shape

to fit a,

treasured mold

Our bodies, bear the burden. while our mind, latches unto cold truths and unworthy deceit; filtering what it will – the body takes the bruising, and our mind; the harshest of beatings. what might it be like, to live from the inside out? Our hands – they recall, it’s bashful doings – ones we’re ashamed to look in the eye. The mind, keeps record of every falter that we carelessly allowed, to take place. Only when we allow forgiveness into our hearts, can we begin to sift open these stern barriers. Through understanding, may we discover the gift of self acceptance and love.


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