New Me

Shredding my past.
Weaving new patterns.
The colors my truth.
A canvas emerging.
My own design.


The Heart Knows

Thoughts of fear.
The soul confused.
The heart knows.
In the weakest second,
the knowing appears.
Dare to listen.
The heart knows.
The logic looses,
there is no mercy there.
The road ahead frightens,
the road behind destroys.
Dare to walk.
The heart knows.
Standing in the midst of chaos.
There is no short cut.
Deceived and weak,
alone and strong.
Dare to be.
The heart knows.



I need to come back to me,
before I can return to you.

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