Tears Cleanse Spheres

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I show gradtitute for my suffering
I cry and I cry
And I cry
The tears roll down my cheeks
Into a
Puddle
I
then try
To grasp at the water
Some of it slips
Out my hands
But what I can gather
I take to the tube
I add herbs
And all the magick curios
I can find
Candles are lit
and I use the water
To cleanse
And renew
Spirit
Pouring it down
Everything
That I used to be
An offering bath
To my hurt
To the wounds
To the pain I feel
To the lessons that
I just can't seem to learn
Transforming
My
Suffering
Into
Strength
Again and again
And Again
Then
when I step out the tube
I let go of self
Judgments
And ridicules
Finally trusting
In temperance
Knowing that one's
Evolution
Is
A
Natural process

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