Deep breaths, eyes closed with a smirk that hopes to become a smile. The battle of continuous growth and content self-identity struggles to coexist within each of us. Searching through a soul never becomes easy but is always worthwhile if the duration connects to irreplaceable understanding. Furthering the passion for nullifying doubt results in self security and allows the uprising of peace. Justify every bruise as an opportunity to grow through experience and keep hope within arm's reach to strengthen the link of true faith.
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Marcus Hill
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I am Mom
New eyes open every day, but none like those created by you. Packed of unforgettable feelings and love wrapped in a blanket with the essence of god's holy presence. How special you are to be mine and me yours, as my soul resides within you forever and always. Undying joy that whispers "everything will be okay" even when my lips are too far to utter the words. Nonstop protection of your existence will always be my priority even when the dangers of life approach, my arms remain a place of safety and peace. Finding excuses to worry about you won't exist as I will never run short of reasons to support and love you regardless of where life brings you. Ultimately you are my heart and no matter what comes after you that feeling will never waiver, while every waking moment only makes our bond stronger. As I age and my body deteriorates my only wish will be to have spent more time with you. From this moment on I am changed forever and through faith and the community of love, you will carry the torch with the remains of my love for you and the ashes of my existence. From the instant of your first breathe I knew nothing ever really matter until you, Forever and always; I am mom.
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She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
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