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Well, here you go...
Broken down from the floor up is all I was while he was
here and even more when he left. I knew it was for the best but as
time crept by all I could feel was more heart pain. Seeing the sun
seemed so far fetched for all I could see were the gray clouds. If
only I can make it til tomorrow. If only I can make it til tomorrow.
Tomorrow comes and then I secretly say to myself again,
“If only I can make it til tomorrow. I will make it til tomorrow.”
I can't explain my experience with this monster whom only
seem/seemed to see his own pain...his own experience(s) with me but
not mine. I know him so well.
He's only a pawn making me pay for past discretion with
someone else in another life way before us. Getting into that past
part of my life is for another time yet is so relevant to “why”
so much pain exists today.
I'm strong.
I'm the Queen of Pentacles. There is nothing I can't
be, know, or do. It's only a matter of me making it til tomorrow.
I find myself getting stronger day by day
I know he's feeling the loss of me because he LOVEs
me... I'm the Queen of Pentacles.
I'm not bragging. Why should I? Not while living in
this mess.
There is no reason to brag. Believe it or not, I just
accepted who I am although many knew and felt I knew her all the
time.
I did not.
Really. I knew there was something oh so special in me
and all around me.
Thank God she was there/is here.
Thank God!
Without the shadow of the Queen walking where I have
walk(ed), only she and God knows where I would be. I need this
moment of the Queen's full debut. Right now. Give me a glimpse once
again Queen.
She has been showing up more and more each day and
staying by my side longer and longer.
The season of embracing her, oh yes,
my Queen-ness is right around the corner. I'll call her
forth with the voice of my soul.
I'll breathe in and out daily beckoning her love,
wisdom, beauty, and peace to come forth.
She is here. She is here.
She lives here.
I must grab all of her. She awaits my grasp. I know
she does. I feel she does. She always has and always will. There
is a secret she must reveal.
She tells me of all the abuse I've endured at the hands
of me and at the hands of him. The abuse was spiritual she says. I
can't go back to such abuse. There is no surviving repeated
visitation of abuse, she says.
No more!
I hear her say, Even a queen's heart dies under that
kind of attack.
“Remember,” the queen says to me very discretely,
Remember that you are...
a mature spiritually
grounded female, a businesswoman, with a high social status/a social
butterfly, generous, loyal, prosperous, successful, financially
independent, financially stable, wealthy, sexy, a homemaker, likes
the finer things in life, down to earth, organized, sensible,
practical, no-nonsense, kind, welcoming, nurturing, a healer, and
most of all...a wonderful mother.
