Words

They drive me to move ahead.

Confirm where I’m at.

Give me clarity of mind, spirit and path.

Validate my truth.

Empower and fuel my drive and passion.

TEACH ME TO FORGIVE AND BE THANKFUL.

Tap into my fears – head on.

Release the stories that no longer resonate and rejoice new melodies that sing in my heart.

Dialog I needed to hear.

Words that were hard to speak, bare, absorb.

Questions that were posed, unanswered, on hold.

Many of these I listened to over and over.

To I heard the messages over and over.

I got strength, clarity and courage.

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