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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you” – Rumi
I enter the womb to release
rejection. Love sings through blood
to churn this muddied river. Her mother
was a bastard-child born into hunger
fed on want and the dust of lies
but she gave me the name Truth
forgetting what I would remember
to wash the film of hate
Indifference is a rip
-tide. Despair, the sandy
floor. Light is the sky
of the heart and I rock
my body
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The Light Behind the Story 
This was lovely, powerful, and honest. I have to say I enjoy so much when you stop by my blog and comment. I have been very hit or miss in regards to getting to read the blogs of others. I do notice your continued support of my work and it means so much to me. Thank you.
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Thank you for stopping by, Kimberly 🙂
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