And so,
the storm
came
for
you.
Bent,
from the spirit
down
all the way to your
fears.
You
stood,
as wave after wave
sucked the air
from your
lungs.
A new
birth;
in
reverse.
But,
I have come to
plant
seeds
in that
diagnosis.
Hope.
Tender, fragile, indissoluble
hope.
Is a
giver
of
life,
if you will tend it well.
And,
there is something
that they have not
told you,
but I want to mark
your soul with these
words.
There are many ways to
live,
and there are many ways to
die.
And we have
seen
that it is
(im)possible
to spend years
with a beating heart
in a dead body.
And,
bitterness
will curdle
your spirit,
if you tend it well
You,
can
choose
life.
Live,
every,
single,
moment
unwrapping the
gift
of time.
And,
in this
beautiful rebellion
you will
become.
Alive.
— On the eve of.
©Liezel Graham. 2018.
Your words are so powerful. They travel right down to my most inner parts. A true gift
Thankyou for sharing your heart.
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Thank you so much, Lauren.
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I drink your words in a dry and thirsty place! Thank You!
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Thank you very much, Amy. That makes my heart happy.
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