No title for this. Heck, I really don't like what I write. I'm sure tis quite unprofessional, but it works for my intended purpose. Just being able to write is "therapy" for me. I've felt so conflicted, and at the same time, so found, loved, and whole.

Another lost soul has been found
In judgement labeled not pure or evil
As the silent tears hit the ground

Sorrow and truth sets the soul free
Embracing every trial, task and lesson
Realization that she is free to just be