I’ve reached a turning point again; a reflective dark spot where a lack of acceptance stops shrouding the truth. I’m not nurturing myself anymore.
There is hate and resentment festering from where I once felt tenderness. I’m growing a child inside—my mind tells me this is when I should be healing. Putting parts together, building something solid and structurally sound.
I don’t doubt that this is where I am supposed to be; in fact, I understand that the very idea-I should be anywhere-is baseless.
I only want to see. Drop the mind and be in the heart-space. I knew a steady undercurrent that was in-line with the vibration of my spirit, only out of reach now for my faith in time that cripples me.
I’m protecting my identification with justified anger. I’m building a fortress of bitterness. I have no understanding that will fix or reunite this fractures perspective. I can only wait.