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Toxic Relationship at its finest

Shoot me down.
Say your worst.
Stupid and dumb, I heard it all.
With a vengeance, you even called me a bad mom
It's louder and louder.
The neighbors can hear.
I'm just stunned, stuck like a deer.
The triggers inside of me. 
I hold back tears, and I can't even see.
Let me catch my breath.
You sucked the life out of me.
You took all my energy, my inner G.
Let me sink further into the depths of my soul.
It has a big hole.
Hidden from sight, hidden from people.
It wasn't very comfortable how they would look at me.
Shut up and stay quiet, then also say, "What you want the world to see."
Mask on, smile up. 
Another game to play and times up. 
Back again, tip-toe around. 
I can't believe how you are slowly breaking me down.
Don't save me. 
Pushing, threatening,  it's all exhausting. 
I can't believe you put your hands on me.
I can't believe you took my little heart and threatened me.
I thought you were different.
In public, it's like a different sight.
I'm tired of this feeling.
You were making this situation a trauma.
The little ones here, and you still don't care. 
You are a reflection of my lack of care.
A projection of the weight I bear.
Lack of health. 
Lack of momentum. 
Now I look back, and I sacrificed a lot of my life.
It has been a Rollercoaster, and I held you too damn close.
Love wasn't enough after all.
Love was distorted and twisted.
When I would leave, you never did miss me.
Gaslight like this was a normal couple thing.
I took it all inside, driving me insane.
Now I am here at my wit's end
Another argument, eh, I'm tired of it. I'm sick of arguing.
Now I am here at my wit's end
Another argument, eh, I'm tired of it. 
Sick of being a fool.
I'm sick of drowning in another deep pool. 
I can only save myself; I need some help.
God will not forsake me.
God will not abandon me. 
I'm taking this leap, and maybe I'm a fool
I don't care; I'm tired of being someone's tool. 
I'm tired of you feeling I'm the toxic one.
I ask for repentance; forgive my sins.
Confusion and delusional, I'm accountable for my end.
Don't save her; the healing begins; I must be the hermit again. 



I call these Toxic Relationships at their finest. The first step is admitting your part and how you got that far. It's time to wake up and face your absolute truth. Hurt people hurt people. Remember, your soul already has its problems to bear. Not everyone will be on your path, and that's okay. God's got you. Take Care ?? ??

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Unmasking to Genuine Authenticity

To unmask a false identity is to identify genuine authenticity.
It's painful, no, it kills me, but it's the only way to heal what's deep.
Pain in my body, it was a lie to me.
Deep regrets built in from long ago.
No.
Deep pits that have since grown cold.
The shame was underlying, and i craved the construct of what was outside of me.
I craved the false labels given to me by society.
The soul was silent and yet also crying.
It wouldn't let me be.
It wouldn't let me see.
I caved into the sick fetishes and long trends.
I'm outside now.
Barren but warm.
My father has said i should have fun.
Enjoy my true self and forget about the rest.
Having a good quality of mind is best to use all the time.
I love all of me, but I knew some would not see.
I can't control the outcome.
I can only control my response.
I'm not creating any more stories. I'll let their reactions write their stories.
I said I'd let their reactions write their stories.
The only story i see is the one I'm co-creating.
Let the chips fall where they may. Everyone will always, in the end, show their true face.
It's nothing but the God in me.
I'm walking tower that's triggering.
I'm making your genuine authenticity be revealed that's hiding deep.
Authenticity challenges one to not stay stuck
Authenticity challenges your world and breaks old labels and those petty social constructs.
What is valuable to you?
What is tangible and true?
Could you let it all go and walk the journey of the fool?
Those are the questions that are challenging, but by God, there is a new way of thinking.
I'm viewing from a perspective of grace, smiling with compassion, and using love that's unconditional.
The skin of yesterday has shed that person is now dead.
Rising again another transformation.
It's the story of one in the spiritual journey.


Thank you for making it this far. I hope you enjoyed it. It is truly inspired and holds a special place inside of me. ????????

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Someone Like that

I want someone like that in my life.
One who is encouraging and has an empathetic ear.
I want someone who has business sense.
Very exciting, funny, and quick-witted.
Intelligence is fascinating. Amazingly, I didn't slip and call you my baby.
The heat is simmering when words are spoken.
Stimulation of nerves in the unspoken.
The sense about them is pretty peculiar.
It would take just one to lift a frown and become a smile.
A thinker indeed and passionate with faith.
This one here is mesmerizing and tantalizing.
What am I even saying?
Conversations must be miles long end, drifting off to times old adventures.
Giving a deeper understanding of various clever perspectives.
Strong-willed but a cuddle bear inside, look at me, are you kidding, luminance playing tricks in my mind.
The fantasy is fading, the reality is back, and nothing is ever-changing.
Not so delicate and beautiful as that!
Changing into such an ideal type of partner
There is more to be learned. Few understand that one can have no conditions and still be a true lover.
Unconditional love is a rarity.
Please strip all of it, and then we will see if it's meant to be.
The ego in me wants to behave so differently.
I know better since all that matters is whether your values align with mine.
Strip it all.
No money, no material matters, no strong convictions with even defined limitations.
Strip it all.
I genuinely need to know.
If it ain't unconditional love, send it back.
I'm not settling for toxic degenerative bombing fake love.

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Waves crash as sorrow fills my blood

Waves crash as sorrow fills my blood.
Temptations run deep, tears flow down silently, and misunderstood.
Change it all; no, I accept my fall.
Hearts break when you push it all away.
Delusions gather, one by one.
Ink blobs covered the foundation.
Distortions are constantly changing.
When will this horror show end? My soul was fading.
My soul was fragmented, broken into pieces.
Only God can be a true warrior to help.
I'm drowning, but look, here I come again.
I'm kicking and screaming; I will not let it get the best of me.
I cannot let such sorrow do me in.
I'm the best runner; I'll hide and stay here in the quiet days.
Balled up, wrapped aside. Why do they think I must put on a lie.
Explosions galore. Oh, did I startle you now?
It was my fault for not facing my dark side.
It was my fault for exposing my real truth.
The dark femininity yearning to leave.
Get me out of here, Im screaming, “lets ride.”
Society has so many rules.
The constructs that divide us I didn't even ask to be born into
Many say they are one with God
Truth be told a fake facade, blame me for mine when they don't own up to their mistakes.
Unity seems like a dream to me.
Point and and stare, and you call me the enemy.
Its warm outside, and Im not going to even lie.
This grief I manifested is tearing me up inside.

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Alchemize of an Attachment

To alchemize an attachment

Let me sit with it.
Here comes the fear again.
Why do you care?
Stop imagining people are there.
It's just an attachment, cloaked, trying to make you scared.
They are going to talk about me
Well, there is no proof; that's bad programming. Don't you see?
Let them do what they do if that is true.
So what if they will talk about you?
What if they will throw evil eyes at you?
Send them back to God with gratitude and lovingly.
They are on their job.
Be glad that I took the time and thought of you.
Be glad something stirred in them to resonate with you.
They don't realize the attachment they have living beside them.
It's not their fault. I repeat it: give them back to God.
Worrying about past presence never will keep you in your present.
Worrying about any future action is a false idyllic satisfaction.
Worrying is my form of addiction. My heaven
It's the place where I threw my sins in. Worrying was like my tempting friend.
I didn't want to, but I had to have that repeated feeling within.
Worrying had me on rose-colored glasses.
It had me thinking all these people were straight lies.
It had me assuming and playing out the fool in me.
Worrying is one of the biggest mockeries.
It covered me and cloaked me, at times even choked me.
Worrying didn't allow for any control, and it took hold.
It is coming back for me more and more.
It is coming back for me, leaving me quite sore.
It's painful to admit I couldn't stay in my present self.
I was paralyzed and couldn't scream for help.
Curiosity exposed me. It was worrying, that facade by me.
A distortion of my face that was a mask.
As honest as I could, it was hard to reveal that truth in me.
A hard truth that I embrace with no regrets.
I'll turn it around, clean it up, and command it to bow down.
Command it to be used for a real purpose.
It will be a novel new focus.
Look at me, haha; look how I wrote this.
Energy goes where attention flows, as the adage conveys.
These words I divulge are from my heart, my truth, and sure, they are powerful.
I needed to sit with this piece.
I needed to sit and take back my peace.

There is hope. Acknowledge it, notice where that comes from, and embrace it. Take Care. ????

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Good Morning

Moss running down 
Rain dripping 
Trees are still
Yet I'm here 
Wood chips on the ground 
Wet and mushrooms everywhere 
Yet I'm still here.
Birds chirping vibrantly 
Flowers blooming to the east
It feels so comfortable, and all are welcome here.
Dogs barking 
People talking 
The joys of viewing humanity and its complexities while I walk on my way.
The paths we walk are narrow and winding, making turns to destinations of unconscious thoughts.
Clouds are gray, but we have some blue now, and look at that: a light just peaked out.
The day is just starting with a continued purpose. Mmmm, smell that? Well, that's nature unfolding. 
It was a beautiful day with much to do, and I love being here.

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Takotsubo Cardio

Takotsubo

My grief would overtake me.
There was nothing that could shake me.
I could not get out of bed. I had nothing but bedhead.
Hygiene was lacking, and I was constantly snaking.
I could not move at times, maybe as far as the floor and maybe as far as my door.
I was dead inside, and I wanted to hide.
My mind was jumbled, and I constantly stumbled.
I didn't see any way out. I just was missing out.
I couldn't think straight, and I said to myself, " God, is this my fate?".
This pain inside hurt worse, but my pride prevented me from gaining momentum.
It was all so tempting, enchanting, and easy to stay in stagnation.
It was so easy not to acknowledge all my feelings that I pushed them aside.
The sensitivities in me were full of impulsive extremities. One day was calm, one day good, and one day bad. Folks thought they knew but never really understood.
I was lying, denying that this tug was dug deep in my seat. I was paralyzed and couldn't see the explicit constraints I placed upon me.
How could I face such an awful feeling?
Toxic shame was my haven, but I knew I couldn't stay there.
I knew I had to figure things out to remove the fog and clear my mind.
Delusions were upon me, not seeing the truth.
I thought I had all the answers, and I honestly thought I knew.
I failed to see the actual reality of the situation. I was chasing a dream and giving in to foolish temptations.
I need to pull myself out and see this for what they are.
My situation is the severe effect of an actual broken heart.

Love, Temptations, Illusions, Clarity. Relationships challenge us to evolve into the people we need to become. Some stay stuck, and then some become awakened. Have no fear
, God will always be there with the unconditional love one has never felt. Many run from it, thinking it's terrible, but it's all to get us to our highest truth here at Earth School.
Take Care ????

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Realization of Love

I want romance. I want you and me to dance.
I want pleasure, and we both want to build a legacy in society. Honestly, I want some lovely things.
Honestly, I love my definition of loving.
Honestly, this love is not genuine. It's with conditions I always kept in mind.
It's with ties that will control a narrative; my ego was full of myself. Love should be free and clear, yet I have many expectations here.
I had a self-fulfilling dream, yep, no regard to having your feelings near. How cruel and selfish I must be?
How out of touch my so-called loved must be perceived.
I speak of such delicate ways, not considering if you felt the same. I was not thinking how your love language would translate.
Wow, I can't believe trauma runs deep and turns into self-fulfilled prophesy.
This was a sick manifestation that materialized too late even to realize.
I get caught up in my ideals and never see how you feel. How big of an ego I must have.
I'm the worst kind of person who makes false promises.
I'm the true silent, deadly narcissist.
It's painful to admit such hard truths.
There was nothing honest or genuine, and it would be impossible to consider your love and follow through.
Did I even really love you? Were we even compatible?
This trauma runs deep, and it makes me want to hide.
I'm called out; I need to take a pause. The world is my witness to it all. It's a hard truth, no tricky question.
Do I even know what love is?
Do I know of love outside of a trauma bond?
There is comfort I delusions.
There was no courting; it was all just confusion.
We found each other amusing in a broken state.
We unknowingly resonated: I to fulfill my needs, you to fill your desires.
We were never equally yoked but pushed through the muck, made it work, and forced love to be stuck.
The disagreements were always here, but we wiped them out so as not to make it clear.
Now I realize how I was truly hurting inside.
I had holes in me, trying to fill them up desperately.
The fantasy took hold of me to bond me into a false love.
We were the lovers.
Unshackled, addicted, going back for a hit again.
It's a painful revelation but an honest confession.
I realized God won't let me hide.
The biggest lesson in all of this, lol, I don't know what real love is.
How funny life is.
But I'd rather admit it than do it again.
Do it with the same low vibrational bondage that's stuck in the devil's energy.

Take Care ????

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The darkest night of the soul

I put on this face for too long
Who is this girl
I'm looking in the mirror all bare-faced
Who is this girl
I have changed my ways and values to play the part
Who is this girl
I look deep inside
I see a green spark
Who is this girl

It's getting bright
I'm losing sight, and the pain is letting go
Who is this girl
Yeah, Who is this girl

I'm a pro of the hustle. These streets are only for the bold
Who is this girl
I walk a fine line but stay in my lane
Who is this girl
I'll look past it all and take what mine
Who is this girl
I don't need anyone, says the fool alone.
Who is this girl
I'm screaming inside. It's the best place to hide.
Who is this girl
My facade takes it all. I don't even care.
Who is this girl?
I'm pleasing you but neglecting myself
Who is this girl
Down the vicious path of desperate choices in this wretched world
Who is this girl?
I see a green spark
Who is this girl?

It's getting bright
I'm losing sight, and the pain is letting go
Who is this girl
Yeah, Who is this girl

Up and the roll coaster of life
Man, I'd do anything to be a wife.
But choices were naive
I'm still blessed I conceived
There was no one to save me
Don't get me wrong
I had beautiful experiences
But.
Who is this girl?
Who was that girl?

It's getting bright
I'm losing sight, and the pain is letting go
Who was that girl
Walking at my heart space.
And I'm not making any apologies
I was that girl
Yeah, Who was that girl?
I was that girl.

The following is a lyric song facing dark shadows to alchemize in truth. I pray for you to maintain your faith.

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Cold days don't feel bad when you are around

Cold days don't feel bad when you are around
Open hearts were lost, but now they're found.
Sunshine glistens up high.
I love looking into your pretty blue skies.
Time gets slower the more we talk.
It feels fantastic having arms wrapped around. Holding me gently making sure i don't fall down.
The depth we go in conversation, drives my mind to venture in deep escapades.
Did you know the beating of my heart? I'm giddy little girl, blushing and it feels surreal.
My dreamlike state is full and inspired. I wonder if you have open desires.
To serve you up, would be my little fun joy.
I love a good game and you can be my toy.
Tinker on you make you stay glued. I'm a curious girl curious about you.
Why did i see in me so long ago?
Why did I see on the bed so lonely, with sorrowful eyes?
Traveling around I was fixated on you.
Time didn't really matter, i swear i felt you near.
The connection that was made was uncanny, yet felt sane.
Interconnection drove me in fascination.
How could this be, it was something i could not want to see?
The nerve of me with a bold lighted spark.
There is something about you that rips the old Dena apart.
Confidence exude and passion ignight.
I never felt so real and so alive.
Inspiration sparks around you. I question this intention, is it lust and will be faded.
Grab hold I tend to lose control.
I'm adventuresome but in reality I'm only having fun. I could never be so presumptuous on a silly daydream.