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- The love of a motherscary, precious, never-ending.Pure, s…The love of a motherscary, precious, never-ending.Pure, soiled, unconditional. A mother’s love languageis a religion in itself. What do you mean a mumconceived and carried someoneinside her body for nine months,made a home out of herself? Imagine your motherbeing your entire worldbefore you even knewwhat a world was. They will do anything for their baby.MostContinue reading “The love of a motherscary, precious, never-ending.Pure, s…”
- I wonder, I wanderTo feel or not to feel;they both blur into the same.Sometimes, I feel empty,sometimes I feel too much,and in both states, I feel broken. Broken by the weight of nothing,broken by the flood of everything.It always comes in excess. I wonder how to find balance.Is balance feelingbut only just enough to not drown?Or is itContinue reading “I wonder, I wander”
- Embracing VulnerabilityImage by John from Pixabay Take my heart Take my hand Take my soul Let’s walk into the unknown Show me I’m not the only one Show me I’m human Show me I’m not losing my mind For it seems like it It seems like I’m a confused soul A confused soul who ends upContinue reading “Embracing Vulnerability”