Acceptance

I spent my whole life

Wanting to be perfect

Wanting to make up for him

For what he did

Before I could even speak

Development delayed

wise beyond my years

For spirits were something

I could not see until I died

for a few seconds

Born again

with gifts and abilities to see the dead of those

Who need to hear their loved ones whispers

To know they are safe with their higher power

but still love & protect the ones they left behind

I know i’m not perfect

And neither are my intuitive sightings

but being almost perfect

in description, personality & details

a vessel for God and his spirits

echo through me

Gifting the grief stricken

With Comforting tears

from a suicidal asdict

Who succeeded in death

Saw the other side

A world of only love

A world that if everyone could see

their true worth

A place where

loneliness isn’t broken

Hearts are not cracked

Glass is remolded

Everything is recorded for growth

To know we were never alone

Or evil.

I am not my former self

my former shell

my four year old me

i am me.

and this me

you will have no power over

I will rise

Instead of drowning in the waters of the bottles

or choosing death over life.

Releasing

trauma

dissolving

and surrendering

to the inner child

of innocent love

who sees the souls of others

alive and dead

Not the temporary spirit

they are in the present earthly moment

beautiful

made of energy so pure and exquisite

I could never deliberately harm me

or anyone else.

for love is everywhere

while everyone’s soul is perfect