Oh my! How my brain rots with every thought, the darkness grows what’s the opposite of this power in my Plutonian spirit, it must be a fire lit in my soul to cast light onto the shadows uncovering a hurt child crying out to be loved. The tantrum she throws knowing yet again love has abandoned her, oh my let the warmth from this fire be a reminder of the love you came into this world with. Craddled in your mothers arms as an unconditional promise that every breath you take love you will inhale when did the darkness want for more? Was a mothers love not enough, a fathers, sisters? Did the darkness sprout out of jealousy or did it sprout out of a void of love for self not finding the worth besides being apart of the family. Oh how my spirit is both light and dark needing constant reminders that power is just ego begging to be loved. -frozenheartedgirl











