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Can't take another
New beginning
Of the end
Of the last
New beginnings
Dead end

©2024
She picks up the broken pieces, scattered all around at her feet
The failures
The hurt
The pain
The deceit
Collecting them one by one overtime
Slowly building another mountain to climb
Piece by piece
Layer by layer
Collecting those fragmented bits of the past
Only to build something stronger than the last
You will still feel hurt
You may still fail
Pain will always be there
But if you rebuild what was once crumbling down
You will, once again, walk upon solid ground
The time has come to close your eyes
We said our I love yous and said our goodbyes
It's time to relax and let the feelings go
Don't worry about us, were stronger then you know.

It's time to see the light, and feel God’s touch
It's in God’s  hands now, but please know we will miss you so much.
I wrote this 10 years ago next to my dad’s bedside a couple hours before he passed away. Miss you and love you Papa Bear
Regaining a sense of your true self through awakening a latent consciousness and letting go of regrets about the past—which was a necessary step toward its fruition—is what realization is all about.
Sorrow fades away
in service to others' pain.
Life finds its true path.
The smile I stole from you now graces my face, concealing my tears and pain while revealing yours.
I prayed and called out
those who had left long ago,
some returned,
God, within me stays
and hears me.
Our love is a given.
Precise! Succinct! Intentional And Directional!!
WE speak in one voice and we stick to the rhythm and tone of our voices.
Our voice  are devices
Music to dance to and feet to swerve.
Yes! we will swell and swerve to this rhythmic  tunes and turns of our collective voices.
And like David of the Great Book we will dance fearing no nakedness.
This given love will strive Omalicham.
Omalicham is an Igbo language expression to mean my beautiful .
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