Like a burned scar on my face,
Towards the dark so no one will see.
The pebbles hear all..
All of the excruciating cries of your desires to be seen…
Of your devastation to be heard..
Of your seduction to the One reality..
that you refuse to acknowledge you are living.
What good to purposefully dam the richness of life and close your doors?
Behind the scenes of a cave self-created..
Who has such passion to dedicate their essence to a disintegrating hole??
No elegance belongs in the ditches of pity nor fallen to unnecessary choir..
No dances of shadows will cover your tail ; presented in glory , your faceless expression of a shame so dark, you have started to fear yourself..
You fear the one core key that will set you free..
When will you desire me?
(C) Jennifer Lee, The Voice Of The Wounded Soul.
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