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Oct 2015
And today
I nourish my soul,
Break bread with
the goddesses
who guide me.
I must get strong
to heal from the trauma
from a love
broken
so suddenly
an intense
two months
in which my heart
flew high
I was in
heavenly territory
eating sweet fruits
hearing sweet words
all of which
were imprinted
upon the fabric
of my being.
I never expected
to get used
so bitterly
and my tears fall
both inside
and out.
Yet today
I will make strides
to rise up and up
never to stay
down to long
Rise up from
the embers
of the fire that was
like a phoenix
and, like a pure dove
of Light...
To fly again.
Lora Lee
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Lora Lee
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