Precious is the gift
Of this love for life
Rising up like a flood
As my cup runneth over with
The beauty of this world
Too long living in darkness
Doesn’t our longing just grow?
Deep roots reaching down
Draw sustenance from the power of
That deep ocean swell rising
The soul in us cam no.longer deny
So it is we begin to turn our eyes towards the sunlight
Taking each silent blessing of both
Moonbeams and starlight that falls
Of love
Breathing it deep inside the marrow of our bones
Too long grown hollow from the wanting
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Beautiful and very meaningful, too, Deborah. I really love those two last lines,
‘Breathing it deep inside the marrow of our bones
Too long grown hollow from the wanting.’
Hope you are well today. Xx 🌷💛💐💕
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Im not great Ellie maybe just really bad anxiety over a few stresses it’s why I try to shift my focus in poems like this.
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Oh, I’m sorry to hear you’re struggling at the moment. I have periods of these sorts of feelings sometimes, too. I do hope you start to feel more relaxed, calmer and more positive very soon. Sending you healing hugs Xx 💖💕💐
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Its more a case ifvhaving severalmpeople pulling on me Ellie and struggling with healthy boundaries, I am seeing I do tend you scattered my energy as I am so.open, it will all be fine I am sure. Just feeling a bit overwhelmed at present. That’s so much for the hugs. 🌹💙🌈
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That is beautiful and haunting
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