Poetry

This Bliss

This bliss

is born of a brave and steady heart;

a choice

to flow with the sugar

and

the spice:

the mystery of all that I am.

This bliss

has been warming beneath trembling soil;

lifetimes of wanting for something other.

This bliss

searches no more

for a girl called ‘me’.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

How have you been these days Brooke?

I’ve been pretty good, Jason! Taking baby steps is working a treat. Thanks for checking in. 🙂🌈

Good to hear! Baby steps are very good. One day at a time 😁

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