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Across time I landed
in a family with ties so strong
we bound each other with memories past.
Clasped in anger boiled over
frozen wounds trapped in time
fall into volcanic eruptions.
what's past is past,
this cannot last
What has gone before opened doors for us
now dancing through time
my heart splits open.
My soul has spoken
Pulling the knife from my back.
I choose another track.

I am healer, a mystic, a priestess
endowed with a sight
pierced with light.
I go deep, I feel the heat
I choose to know, I choose to grow.
When I look into your eyes
dulled over with pain.
I see the child hidden deep inside
lost in a cave of yesterdays sorrow
I choose to let you go.
You may see me as the enemy I know.
Your choices, your bravery are your own to show.
I need to grow.
Who was the parent? who was the child.
Does this really matter?
Who is right? Who is wrong?
That's an old song on a record
skipping precious moments.
I have my own voice.
My choices are my own to express
however different from yours they may be.
We are unique individuals you see.
Learning wondrous things
I need to play my heart strings.
I have a pact with the Universe
to be everything I can be,
to live my purpose tuned into infinity
victoriously free, I live my destiny.
You can choose to accept me or not.
Your disapproval fails to hold me back.
I am on track.
My creativity flows
revealing possibilities
overriding sensible activities,
the shoulds and should nots.
If only you knew the truth of you
then seeing me would be easy.
If only you knew that I am inside you.
You have it too, infinite opportunities inside.
Denial can be put aside.
You saw me as bad, I was so very sad.
I wore your pain and the family's too
like an armour of protection
deflecting everything escaping life,
feigning safety numb in a false identity.
I chose a death trap
and became a lock picker, a mask stripper.
Now the Angel of Death has left.
Stepping out I hear the angels singing.
The source of life renews me
sprung free without misery.
I am birthed in authenticity.
I am a star child free to roam.
Earth is my current home.

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