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My Space

September 27, 2016

A space that is mine, free of your bad vibrations,

quiet and peaceful, bad energy deflected away

shrugged off my shield of calming susurrations,

led off permanently astray.

No more reactions to your petty games

your schemes, your habitual ploys,

I am above feeling guilt and shame,

to this defensive ego I will not cloy.

Let go of the burdensome feelings

open up to a world of possibility

let go and begin the process of healing

head towards a ground of fertility.

From this good soil, grow upwards,

not stunted, sideways or airy

facing not down, but forwards,

for nothing on earth is that scary.

 

 

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