All Or Nothing

...I remember when it was SOMETHING.
A Lesson OR Blessing, actually BOTH.

Is blood thicker than water? Not if bad blood has formed. Was it always tainted, beneath the naked eye of a surface picture painted?

Life's moments are so fleeting...
I can't imagine partaking in unnourishing concepts and allow for the mere sake of repeating. Wouldn't that be defeating???

There's nothing can be gained, once all
GOOD energy has been drained! It can't be "returned or renamed" Retrospectively, concepts can't sustain "ideals" electively.

No fairy dust. No holiday or every blue moon so called trust...sadly there's rust. 
I choose to blow it away with breath & depth protected inlay; can't allow nothing to delay, deter, "stir" my peace, for a piece of me...my heart, that part, that is my Core and Soul OFF LIMITS.
It wasn't Always like that, but Splat...
when remembering, I GAVE and thoughtfully. 
Release to allow Peace.
Something had to Cease...
Now, I Am SAVED.
 
SELF-LOVE INCREASED!


©Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} March 12, 2023#
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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March 12, 2023 at 3:12 PM
Once bitten, twice shy. Even when it's your own blood. What's the cliche, a leopard doesn't change his spots. However you have overcome and dedicated your life to One who will not forsake. beautifully written, Renee.
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March 15, 2023 at 11:45 AM
Hi Daniel~ I bid Joyous Blessings and Thank you! May we continue escalating in ways and displays that nourish us... further towards our most HIGHEST and BRIGHTEST Vibrations with LIKEMINDED Celebrations, indeed! To Genuine words expressed* Actions felt* AND Impact remembered* Renee
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