We deny who we really are,
keeping eyes tightly shut like a small child in a tantrum,
while our Mother looks on, lovingly, patiently, waiting for her child
to surrender.
About the Creator
Julie Chapman
It can take a long time to step out of those limiting beliefs, and just write. Thankfully, the 'not writing' has caused just enough suffering to motivate me past fear.
I'm here now, my friend. I'm glad you are too.
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