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| Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay |
Within ourselves we love others as ourselves
How badly I want to be adored, cherished
Why do I feel so apart
Come attain to our gardens
Restoring one’s love
Like restoring waste lands
We can sustain on these
We bare fruit we become of value
Our fruit bares us we become sustainable
Go easy
It will assist
Cascading as though we are declining
But we are really sustaining
As we nourish our bodies
The blush comes to our cheeks
As the rose reflects under our chin
Waiting for the
Audacious gesture of a man
Who is a accessory
To the finest side of our life
That gives us the attention we deserve
The sacred column
The sail cloth of my eyes
Reins over my destiny with God
Though I feel the burden
At the same time it coats me with warmth
The portal to my life questionable
Even though doors are opening
I have to drag myself to use them
With every drip of energy I use
To make an ounce of use
Are my rewards to my wildcard
Every rose knows to bloom
Just as every body knows to heal
We’re knocked down and without thinking
Our body generates to heal
We automatically go into healing mode
Our wounds start to harden
Our swelling subsides
Our minds forget for the moment, of that moment
Women come together and hold hands as our cells multiply
We’ve been doing that for years
It’s a part of growing up
