On this journey of life I advance without a strife. My past softened as I healed I don’t stroll through a minefield. I had a voice inside my head, Amongst many, that said My body is a glass temple, So be gentle and don’t tremble, It is all instrumental. Marry your shadow with your light, They are not in a bullfight. Finish it off with a love ribbon, Don’t be afraid of being grief-stricken. Feel all your emotions with understanding, It is going to be soul expanding. Don’t act out of anger and fear, Instead look within and lend them your ear While you stay in first gear. Take good care of yourself, dear; I am only being sincere. What happened to you is not your fault, But the responsibility of healing is in your vault.
Writings by Starmud 