SCAMMED
In the beginning
I was pure in vision
Seeing unity
Without knowledge of division
Barely walking
With my wobbly legs
I became lost
In the mind's maze
Equating my worth
To service and cleaning
Trying to be endured
Without anyone intervening
I lost my will to be present
Or allow anyone to experience essence
Too afraid to disappoint
Easier to withhold my presence
After healing, I began to flow
Wherever LOVE would lead
Still hidden, deeply
Inside my unexplored need
I see it now, plain and clear
Spiritual memory arose to proclaim
You may have shaped my experiences
But it's too late...I know my name.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-02-2026
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