She bleeds on me with her negative flowing jargon that attaches like plague.
Words that dishonor my very soul. Red corpuscles from heart try to disintegrate its power as blood melts into me robbing me from life energy.
Ego jumps in supporting her disease of thoughts as I determined to survive reach for truth.
Positive words to bath in and wash blood away.
Truths that say, I am a smart, precious, gifted and deserving to be free
Free from the disease of my mothers blindness.
inspired by branded glaciers GE Thank You Pleas NOTE I still love my mother. She helped me heal past life stuff and made me strong. There is NOTHING I would not do for her at her age of 91. But it is important to get out to let scab form and not get opened again.