You Sacrifice...

“You sacrifice because without it, those burdened by their own mirror, would not hear your voice telling them they are truly beautiful. Instead of you going to the local supermarket at 5 to buy oranges, you are buying their trust to hold space and heal them.

You sacrifice because depth doesn’t come on a plate in your favourite restaurant. It is harvested and picked with love and spoken to with ancient emotions of motherhood. Stirred in, as she looks at you with a smile in her eyes, & serves her masterpiece to you.

You sacrifice because missing your flight to hold her close because a catastrophe, no matter how big or small is, ripping her apart into shards of smokey clouded glass, is everything. So, you wrap your arms around her and tell her you're here. The plane no match to her flight of pain, numbing in altitude, you breathe with her, lowering to the ground.

You sacrifice, because staying up all night, whipping your magic brush across a large canvas, forgetting your mortal existence, to finish a paint dripped power punch of self expression in order to affect those who need the wake up call. This gives you waves, crashing on your beach made of tiny sand memories.”