Lay me down here
Among the wreckage of broken dreams
Let me be the one who feels
The power of the breaking
Is this time for waking
Or is it that sleep stole from me
Recognition of the deep
Here amongst the wreckage
Of the broken pieces
Is where I find my blessing
For how can I come together anew
Without this time of falling apart
Maybe it was just
My soul hungering to contain
So much more than this
That caused the shattering
Maybe it was the deeper self in me
That longed to be
Far more than I was
That summoned up
The breaking
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Transition and transformation is what I felt here. It is scary and dark and unknown, but it leads to the light.
I’m there with you on a parallel path, I believe, Deb.
I don’t think I tell you enough how much I love your poetry. It really is beautiful and speaks to me on a deep level.
Love to you,
M
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Bless you M, that means a lot to me. I agree sometimes the dark and pressure seems to me almost crushing but then light comes through when we least expect it. I appreciate you very much, beautiful soul. ❤
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it’s the “least expect it” moments I’ve come to trust.
💜
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True 🙂
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You have a feeling in your writing.
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Thanks so much for reading and expressing. 💖
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You’re very welcome! I thoroughly enjoyed everything!
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Brilliant have a beautiful Sunday.
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