It is said that where there is truth, there is light.
and as I emerge from this darkness, a vibratory revelation
-owning my short comings, errors and trippings up-
I seek all answers
Scrying that crystal ball
adamently checking all my resources,
tired of drudging up the past.
my blood, the rivers run deep,
apparent remanents of another time
and I draw from this reservoir,
perhaps it's source,
my great grandmother knew it all too well...
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