As a child
I’d stare down
towards my ground
and not feel harmoniously balanced.
In my teens
I’d gaze upon the stars
Searching for my place among the stars
Seeking serenity .
Into my 20’s
I looked within
And sought the key
Which locked away years ago.
Little would I know,
It was true love,
That stole a brick
Which shattered down my walls within.
Leaving me without.
Accepting my truth,
Hidden beneath the protection of my 6.
Knowing to transcend higher exponentially.
Higher with my twin,
Higher with my flame.
Les love more .
About the Creator
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