Oh dear spirit, what has become of thee?
The innocent, accepting, trusting nature from birth.
Young child of pain, what does your heart long for?
Young adult, learning to hide thy true self; longing to be known, fearing the result.
Woman, mother now too; looking with love into the depths of your new baby's eyes. Daring to love her with all of your being. Making silent vows to love her with a love like you wish you had known.
Oh spirit, you have been found. Twas love that you needed to draw you out. The unconditional love of another. From One who can love you and did love you and does love you right where you are.
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