If I told you of my pain would you stop to understand or sustain the horror's that unfolded within my mind in that time.
Would you understand the stain of my name is not what made me nor what broke me but my faith that put time and time again into something that had the possibility to withstand.
But always seemed to crumble upon pileing on the pressure to put them to the test as I myself was swayed to be.
Shallow were there words of trust but you see when you have a soul like me it withstands the test of time which is more then subliminal and physicality is a must for believe it or not my words bind and my touch is divine.
So while you think breaking pieces of me away will some how make me change and be more what you built inside your mind it's truthful to say this is not my preception but more your aggressive negative vibration.
Pity is not something that has time to take seed nor anger or greed or frear of the unknown it is simply my soul ready to collect what was owed.
Hold your breath now and watch as I let my power unfold.
Don't worry your head love it was only what you reaped that is coming to you in the end.
Me well I smile and gather myself for the flight that is my life.
© Letitia Adams