Being rescued
At the eleventh hour
Is not for
The faint of heart
Looking doom
Straight in the eye
Knowing I could be taken down
At any moment
Letting go
And holding on
All in the same moment
Getting to rock bottom
This is my journey
How I get to my truth
For only through
The heat of the forge
Am I made whole
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
Being rescued
At the eleventh hour
Is not for
The faint of heart
Looking doom
Straight in the eye
Knowing I could be taken down
At any moment
Letting go
And holding on
All in the same moment
Getting to rock bottom
This is my journey
How I get to my truth
For only through
The heat of the forge
Am I made whole
I guess no one said this journey of transformation was going to be easy.
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