How many times

How many times must I die unto myself

Before my inner lives are purified..

So much pride resides in aspects of my self!


And now, while I’m carrying this precious gift

Of life reborn into my womb

Now I realise my heart’s desire has ever been alive, alike a fire


-Slumbering deep within the remnants of our love


No, this child may not be yours

But it is your love for me and my love for you

That comforts me once more at the crossroads of this time…


You are always on my mind

Like the very drum

That’s beating in the chambers of my heart


For us is no fulfillment in this world

Yet it’s ever present

In the essence of my soul.



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