single mind.
Went through her pain, piece by piece, layer upon layer seeking the route past into her heart. To offer compassion to her own sense of self. Joining her own starts to her own ends outside to in. Meeting herself, where she waited in small comfort of isolation. Unable to express or be in the ways and means that others take for granted. So wrapped up in the red tape of denial, and sorrow, her inner light cast the darkness. That made her reality comfortable. No sight, no ideas, no learning, no growth.
To break her free to weep in the company of the soul we found. Joined and completed as the pieces that fit, into the truth she must then admit. For her own wholeness, and wellbeing.
I love the heart, and soul of me..
For who indeed could?
Takes the 0 to be the one counted at last as me.
©wrennie
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