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Souls Journey
I am but a humble woman a living connection of both the spiritual and the flesh.
I am here trpaed and draped with trapping of a woman in a world ravged by men.
With hard ends.
Left to my own ends.
To pick up the reins of what is my soul connection.
Flesh I maybe but Power I do breath.
For this womb you feel free to dabate over Breaths life into this world.
These hands can take life as well.
Bring food to the table be it the Hunt or the stove.
So while the world sits and waits we rise up.
Some souls new.
Others as old as time.
Left here to heal a world filled with strife.
Souls catch.
And worlds collide I am now a woman of many forms.
But the same soul resides.
This is the cycle of our roads.
To mend our ways on repeat.
Till the path clears and another road opens one not so filled with strife from lives lessons.
Are you ready for the Blessing instead of the lessons?
© Letitia Adams
I am here trpaed and draped with trapping of a woman in a world ravged by men.
With hard ends.
Left to my own ends.
To pick up the reins of what is my soul connection.
Flesh I maybe but Power I do breath.
For this womb you feel free to dabate over Breaths life into this world.
These hands can take life as well.
Bring food to the table be it the Hunt or the stove.
So while the world sits and waits we rise up.
Some souls new.
Others as old as time.
Left here to heal a world filled with strife.
Souls catch.
And worlds collide I am now a woman of many forms.
But the same soul resides.
This is the cycle of our roads.
To mend our ways on repeat.
Till the path clears and another road opens one not so filled with strife from lives lessons.
Are you ready for the Blessing instead of the lessons?
© Letitia Adams
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