I am not empty I am Full even during the most sorrowful days
I am not helpless, I Know my words Create and my thoughts Can Built worlds
Even in the darkest of rooms, I Know I am not just the dim lights or the darkness
I Understand I am Brimming with Life, and that I am the Daughter of Possibility
even when those around me shackle themselves to negativity, to stagnation and to fear; I Know my state of mind is Precious as is my entire Body
At the end their opinions are no indicator, no meter or jury that presides over my Life’s Value only this Fullness of Spirit, the Wholly nature of my Smile Can tell you, Yes indeed even with reasons to despair I am WHOLESOME to my Core
... Are you on the way? Have you reached the same address yet ? I leave messages on the eternal answering machine hoping you hear them. Do you at least see the blinking red light? ... We are wholesome, Maria screams as the orange being cut over the counter unfolds what’s in front of us: simplicity. ... The needle of acceptance suturing a wound with clarity, let’s us know that this cycle of harming of repeating sadness is not the end point, just a step before HEALING OCCURS
can be read together first then the words on the right side can be read as one poem separate from the left side