I used to be so full of envy. Like being ugly-drunk on tequila. I would seethe this sulphur fermented poison from my belly and with my sickness, attempt to sully the beauty, the brilliance, the joy I felt I could never become. And I would never become it , because I could not behold it. I could not sanction its existence for another person. All I could do, like the Wickedly Awesome Witch of the West, was spoil the air with my toxic smokey words in hopes that others would be robbed blind of that beauty too. I was Misery. I had plenty of company. To You, I am sorry for that time. I was so blind and so small. I am so grateful that a universe shattering loss eventually opened my eyes. I behold..I Be Hold. I Hold You up to Your magnificence. Yes You, And You and of course, You. You Are a Miracle. I Became One Too.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 19:42:26 +0000
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