Pieces of me.
They are everywhere.
Scattered.
Yet, unbroken.
I find myself:
Introspective?
Sad?
Bewildered?
I am…
Something.
I am.
Ah.
Aha!
I think I shall allow myself to be this something I am currently.
Sometimes, we just have to let our heart free to speak whatever/however it needs to. Many are afraid to allow their hearts to be honest with themselves, with others.
Too many folks have their heart’s mouths closed so tight they can barely breathe. Am giving my heart the space it needs to breathe.
Speak.
I shall listen.
listening,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Don’t be afraid to be discombobulated. Comes with the territory when one is climbing Mt. Hard. Also comes with living, with intention, in the moment. Keep going.
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