If I could bottle my own motivations, And drop that bottle into the open void, If I could paint a scene of my own salvation, And have it hand delivered by the one decoyed;
If I could wrap my severed hands in an icebox, Mail them across the seas to my partner in crime, If I could say blessings over freckles and dreadlocks, If I could throw you a party with silent mimes;
If I could will myself to feel your presence now, If my strength held up even halfway to your own, If I I could let you lick my wounds somehow, If I could warm my soul at your hearthstone;
If I could articulate the growing hole in my heart, If I could lift the fog from the inky moors of my mind, If I could capitulate to the the cold and dark, If I could sift the bog for my lost days’ worth of time;
If I could bake you an edible birthday cake, If I could share your laughter on the windswept shore, If I could be enlightened by the time it’d take, If I could swear not to care anymore;
If I could write down all the ways I adore you, If I could stay on pitch and sing you a song, If I could bite down on any hand that’s hurt you, If I could, I would; like the day is long.
Getting in touch with your emotional truth, by processing feelings to improve the human condition in the 21st century. Living out loud by my motto,"Triumphing over Trauma" 🌈
In light and in shadow, always with ❤
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My Life of Crime, Murder, Missing People and such! Above all else, never forget the victim, that the victim lived, had a life and was loved. The victim and their loved ones deserve justice, as does society.