Purification is only dawned by soulfulness that you embody,
I know it may be a pity to see the unrecognizable guilt that you have
when you entered the room.
By the sound of things, I felt your pain for a slight second, and I woke up and realized that you were just a fragment of my imagination.
Succumbed to the bitterness of your decisions, swallowed by the evilness, complacency that I mourned when visiting your tombstone, and the only thing you can look for is the sullenness of others because you wept like the childish behavior that you still hold on to.
Healing is not a luxury; it is a segment of improvement; its’ no secret to hope and resiliency. It’s a matter of choice and finding grace to lift your head north and choosing to say I am no longer that, but I will become this.
Therefore, if the day breaks with sunlight, there is a possibility and glimmer of infinite possibilities. We’ve all taken some wrong turns, weathered some bad storms, but it has built some level of character within you.
Uttered the truth and be heard and seen. Sacrifice and discipline are elements of self-development and its triumphant to your victory in life.
A summer breeze with silent calmness is what I am looking for as I wave goodbye to yesterday’s desecrating ashes.
For sure, the harvest has been maturing for decades. Still, for many, they only see the fruition, not the sacrifice, discipline, tenacity that it took to see the bountiful garden filled with lilies, roses, ginger, and other exotic flowers.
Granted, the conflagration expired when I decided to make the active, steady approach of dignifying healing that I needed for my ancestors, and most importantly myself, because when I let go of the past and healed, I too, heal me and my entire generational trauma.
All the milestones, leveraged with greatness and turmoil, were all worth it because every season prepared me for the universal wholeness that I was supposed to endure as I indulged in the miracles we wave hello to, with the magnanimous smile that I learned to show after seasons of heartache.
The blissful memories have an intimate purpose as I look forward to the garden of seeds that I plowed when no one was looking or simply sleeping because a harvest only matures when you nurture and bless it with your tears, blood, and sacrifice.
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Healing Majestically 