I follow my fears, a trail of blood and tears, to th
e little boy in the broken lighthouse.
In his presence, I become all that he needs. Mother, Sister, Twin Flame, Me.
I carry him, the wounded soldier, went off to battle with his toy sword.
My brave hero, he is dying now.
I will let him
go.
Akasha, being with your words and experiences are powerful medicine and provided some important reflections for my own journey. Thank you ❤
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Thank you. ❤
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I’m not that much of a online reader to be honest but your blogs really nice, keep it up! I’ll go ahead and bookmark your website to come back later on. All the best
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Thank you. Same to you. ❤
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