Feed Me, Honesty
“Mary,” thanks for the cover! I saw two courses of travel before me. Two identical stepping stones. I remembered how high I was and that not all paths are built to support my weight. I did not feel comfortable trusting the eenie-meenie-miney-moe methods of choosing which way to go. I hesitated until it was too late. I’m sorry!!!!
I blacked out the goodness and flowery exchanges we shared to protect my heart. My fingers used to reside in my ears. I just now realized that that would most likely make it even harder to make out what you are trying to whisper to avoid blushing.
Tell opposers to get used to me laying flowers at your feet once again. Bolster my wishes. Use your intuiition. Tell me to quit assuming the worst will happen if I follow my heart. Please?
I get distracted by freaks. I speak truths they hate me bringing up. I’ve BEEN doing my best to breathe light and love into those stubborn children in smocks’ hearts for years. Let’s start speaking to each other in a soft tone of voice. Let’s stay open and encourage each other to breathe deeper.
People with soft hearts excite me. I’m here to stand guard. I will offer opportunities to work together to bring us closer together. I will get roses delivered, hand deliver lockets for your neck, tinker with submission and recognize you as a dumpling.
You reasoning and figuring my shooing of you was a frantic effort to guard my own timid heart will help me.
Is it ok to hail the ground you walk on again?