When will you purge the past that cultivates and nurtures deadly mold?
Staring at ghosts through a phantom window Unwilling to turn away Allowing the air to be taken from room
Watching with a tilted head Wanting what it can never feel Cowering as it festers on boils of disdain Penetrating light burns it decaying flesh A shield infused with Love and Kindness
Today for the first time since this journey began, I was shown our bitter sweet reality in the most beautiful and gentle way
Have you ever gone fishing? If you haven't, well, that's okay I won't judge just as long as you give it a try