I started to believe my soul and I had parted ways. looking over this year and even the one leading up to this
I felt abandon, I felt the sting of loss, somewhere in the spirit of facing the truth.
I believe there is nobody human enough to take count, the cost of grieving. I believe comparing one loss to another is painful,
but to touch another soul like mine, is the beginning of wholeness.
I often find my soul and I have much to discuss,
many nights of pleading with my soul to stay,
C’mon soul, stay alive
C’mon soul its okay not to be okay, C’mon soul talk with me
meet me in the mirror unveil, the beauty of telling the truth
C’mon soul, you can’t stay here you’ve gotta move, you’ve gotta get up,
you’ve gotta try.
you’ve gotta fight~ Kindness sister Krissy