Take all the pain you have,
and imagine it as a balloon.
Any shape, any color
doesn't matter
You will be letting go of it soon.
Release the string
you hold onto so tightly.
Tell yourself,
I am worthy.
I don't need this anymore.
This doesn't belong here.
Let the Mantra be true to you.
Find the Courage
to Face the Fear.
You won't collapse
or disappear.
You will see nothing was lost.
but rather,
Your Power Returned Home.
When we surrender,
We take back what we Own.
Watch as the balloon floats up and away.
The pain will go,
and you will stay.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
Take all the pain you have,
and imagine it as a balloon.
Any shape, any color
doesn't matter
You will be letting go of it soon.
Release the string
you hold onto so tightly.
Tell yourself,
I am worthy.
I don't need this anymore.
This doesn't belong here.
Let the Mantra be true to you.
Find the Courage
to Face the Fear.
You won't collapse
or disappear.
You will see nothing was lost.
but rather,
Your Power Returned Home.
When we surrender,
We take back what we Own.
Watch as the balloon floats up and away.
The pain will go,
and you will stay.
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