Feeling unattended, alone
Away to places unknown
Missing, anxious, bereft
A never-ending roller coaster
Old visions and dreams fading
Becoming more aware
Her spiritual being, emotional space
Looking for revelation, stability
Mélange of emotions, rushing in
Steady now, she reminded herself
On the beach hot sands
She took long strides
A mild anesthetic, dulled her pain
She made effort, found balance
Harmony within, her middle ground
Explored the endless corridors
Of her mind, searched for answers
Trusted waves of energies
That led her back to her heart
The seed she planted inside
Her eternal spark of self-love
Gave her absolute reward of tranquility
Her moods turned into different colors
She felt her own power
Evaluated the elements
That brought her fulfillment
She stepped into a new avenue
Reached the root of who she was
Allowed herself into freshness
Understood her power
She told herself, I can heal me
Only me, can feel me.
Cynthia Fonacier Capunitan
Los Angeles, California
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