Over and under the skin.
3 knocks of the lamp let you in.
A place to release all your sin.
Integration is how you will win.
True balance not as simple as you think.
Find yourself cliff's edge or on the brink.
Tests weren't sent to make you weak.
Seen progress while you rest at the peak.
Time's coming for you to now choose.
Rejoice in the baggage to lose.
History left with not much to prove.
Winds whisper when it's time for the move.
~I.S~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 3rd, 2023 00:56
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Comments1
"Tests weren't sent to make you weak." Isn't that the truth!!!!!! Loved it!!!
Thank you!!
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