Someone is suffering today. Over some horrible memory. Of being degraded. And their mind isn’t feeling strong enough to cast the thought out. The past is past for a reason. All of life has moved on. Why haven’t you? Why go in for this self beating? You can’t see how loved you are. Ghosts from your past still try to sneak back in. You block a text chain. You unblock it years later. And soon enough, the texts pour in. And you block it again. These reminders you have a past. You’re so much happier here, where they can’t touch you. You’re a miracle! Nobody gets to talk to you in any other way. Including me! If I’ve had a bad day. You don’t take it, and you don’t give it. You’re so much bigger than any words used to describe you. You’ve got the force. You hold the keys. You’re happy now, and at ease. You have someone who loves you. You know what love means. Maybe say a prayer to the God in which you believe, whatever name that resonates with you, that describes that transcendent awe! And hope some peace comes upon the one who so derided you. You realize those people are really talking to themselves. You’re free. You’re safe over here. Draw a warm bath. Sink right in, and feel that warmth! Water is healing. You have your privacy and your space. But I’m here if you ever need me. There’s no wrath like there is at home. Everyone needs that safe escape, a place of healing. “Do I have to go home?” “You’re home right now. Your home is here.” Nobody can hurt you now. Perhaps you were abused as a child. By people who acted pious. You learned fast how powerless you are, against those who wield real power. You learned to shut up. But you couldn’t stop the thoughts. So you anesthetized, and that only made life so much harder. And that creates more mistakes and life choices you’d like to bury, as if you’re always holding a shovel, never noticing birds around you flying. And digging a hole, to nowhere. Digging your own grave, just waiting for you to crawl in. You can put the shovel down. You’re safe over here. No one gets to talk to you that way. There is only kindness and such gentle understanding. You can be a child again. This time, one who is treasured. Because today you’re reborn. You’ve got to start somewhere! Why not right here! You’re a newborn, in arms that are loving. Breastfed lovingly this time around, and not from a can of Carnation. Because it was too bothersome. A child always knows when she’s not wanted, no matter words spoken. The feeling always comes through. A metal tin of Carnation was setting up a lifetime. You couldn’t know it, but that’s all over now. What a relief! This time you won’t have to spend years learning lessons. About self-esteem. Because you’re loved so totally you won’t feel you lack for anything. You’ll know that you’re wanted. That you’re appreciated. That you’re loved without fail. And the words you hear mirror it back to you. When there are cross ones, the person asks for forgiveness. Heartfelt, so you feel the love underneath. It will be much easier this time around. You won’t get into those bad relationships, because you would never endure such words you would never use on yourself, never mind another. If you hear ghosts still whispering them, they’re only that. Figments of your imagination. Illusions, weak but hoping to host on you like that virus. You send them back. To whatever home in the past. That’s some other world, some other life. You’re reborn now, into this one. Where, even if alone, the company is good. Your thoughts for yourself are made of kindness. And when the pleasure of someone earning their way in to your secret world arrives, look out! Oh, wow, the joys that you’ll share. So many places to explore! Of love. Look at all this light! You’re bathing in it now! “Dishwashing detergent?!” “Relax! It’s Palmolive!” Ah!! Those memories can go, too! No offense to Madge. All the noise you’ve had inculcated into you. When the world comes to an end, what was all that noise about, anyway? To move some product? To keep you in line and indoctrinated? Your soul – that place deep inside you – feels the realest place of all. When it’s quiet and you’re alone, test it out. Turn off the noise, and listen to the silence. You hear the wind and the sound of your breath. The noise becomes a fading echo in your mind, and you’re the realest thing of all! No one gets to tramp on your soul. If you can’t find love, you start with yourself. You tell yourself loving things – what you like about you that you really mean. You’re the only one who’s been with you all this way. If you can’t find love, you give it – to a stranger who has never hurt you. Now there’s a clean slate. Perhaps someday they become a friend. If they earn it. You’re so young! You can’t get any younger – – You’re reborn today! No Carnation in a metal can. It’s real carnations, and wedding days and joyful rides to anywhere!! On a summer’s day. Just breathing in the beauty of things. Nobody gets to hurt you anymore. Or take up places in your mind. Look at you! All shiny like a newborn. All you’ve got is time! As long as there are humans, this world still has its dangers. We like to call them devils – something else to shoulder the evils. But they all start with thoughts inside a human mind. The world hasn’t changed. But you have. Just look at you! You’re so beautiful. You’re at the start of a new life! Will it be short? Or wonderfully long? I don’t know! But we know today you’re newborn. How exciting is that! You’re surrounded by love and such kindness. You know that it’s true, because it is all that you’ll allow. Anything else belongs to that old life, separated by a veil. You can still peek through – a bit, if you’re trying. But there’s nothing to see back there. You leave the memories, but carry the lessons. You’re surrounded, you’re protected – by so much love. You feel it inside and around you. You’re nurtured by something like an empress, a goddess. Mother Mary. This birth of love from the heart. It doesn’t come from anywhere vulgar. You’re practically floating, you’re rising up. No need for sinful confessions, in dark corners and given to strangers. You’re so far past those things that weighed down your soul. There’s so much love here, today, you’re reborn. You receive it, and it rolls off you without a care. I don’t want to go home. Can I stay here? You’re home already. Nobody can touch you now. Nothing can touch you anymore. ❤️  

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Happy Mother’s Day! I’ll be back to respond to comments! Thank you! I didn’t mean to leave you hanging! You’re amazing. You’re safe and you’re very, very strong. 🌟

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