Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
If I were different and held you closely would you remember that I am frail? If I were different and shared that mostly I had escaped a living Hell? If I were calm but smiled quite ghostly with blush of pink against the pale. Would you offer me a warmth that's toasty, protecting me from winter's gale?