Our paths are seldom obvious to us;
We step blindly or by instinct alone.
What once was sure and clearly in focus,
Has become dimly seen, almost unknown.
It is fragile:
Delicate as a freshly spun web,
But with the might to carry legions.
In the land
of milk and honey
"drink this tonic," she said,
"It will require blood.
A drip from your heart.
A tear from the Flood.
At 10 years old,
Love was my mother's eyes
It was tucked away in her radiant smile
The curves of her melanin face
Giving in to the simple joys in life.
art and flair courtesy of @PegasusPhysics
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Reflections by Sunravelme