the color I am
not green not pink indigo
who are you I asked
About the Creator
robert rowe
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REFLECTION
I lost my dad. I lost my mom. I lost my job. I lost my way. With nowhere else to turn I turned inward. Inside was total darkness and silence was all I heard. Sitting with myself in nothingness unlearning all my beliefs, truly caused me to realize my only friend was grief. So, I continued to sit and be with me, until the realization that these thoughts were thieves. Suddenly as if from above, came the equation no expectations plus zero judgement equals self-love.
By robert rowe2 years ago in Poets
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