we need loving arms to envelop us, to speak words of softness. to speak sincere solaces. we want to be tightly held and told we did nothing to deserve the struggles we are suffering through.
it is all honey balm to winter lips
what we refute is beyond the solaces. those much needed analytics of what we did wrong. course correction. redirection. taking full responsibility for our faulty creation.
the empowerment of winter’s kiss
it feels cold and unwelcome. rejected so strongly that it never becomes. spoken sympathies are effortlessly dispensed. empathy eased. but higher perspective? the insights to become forever free?
these are gifts of truth dismissed
About the Creator
Kayleigh Fraser ✨
philosopher, alchemist, writer & poet with a spirit of fire & passion for all things health & love related 💫
“Darkness to me is like water to the sea”
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