Though My mind be weary and at times it seems heavy this heart that has seen woes unfold.
Within,your mind you mend those parts of you they deemed but broken from the begining.
They never relizeed it was there sins that they inflicted.
Then demanded that you mended.
So dear when the road seems so Cold and your alone.
And you have came to a point where your knees buckle from the steep climbs.
And your feet blister and bleed from a self imposed load.
I hope you know what type of Goddesses stand by your side guiding you home back to your truest flesh.
Not this slef imposing neglect.
Nor all this regret.
But a Phoenix rising from a burning bush.
Bursting flash that left the rest but dust.
Cause they could never rise to this elation of gratification.
To know ones truest source was always within and never with out this house of flesh that housed your soul.
It may seem bitter and cold.
But it can be beheld in gold.
And the road was always paved with goals.

© Letitia Adams