Blessed Love, writes from a place that few of us can. With her pen, she is unflinchingly bold, as fearless and graceful as an assassin. A flourish exposes raw nerve. A gentle stroke reveals blood and gristle. One sentence is a string of misdemeanors that steal breath, shatter souls, and slam egos up against walls.
The words this beautiful woman writes frequently leave me trembling with emotion, deeply introspective, and always … always … yearning for more.
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I Am Becoming
I am becoming…someone unknown to me. I have never met her, but I know she is confident; I have never seen her, but I know she is brave. I am obsessed with my outer appearance, while her infatuation is the well-being of her soul. I am deafened by the silence around me, yet in stillness her spirit whispers wisdom. She tells me that my scars quilt the patchwork of her essence; my stumbling blocks, the stepping stones to her destiny. She is unintimidated by the things that frighten me…unflinching at what makes me afraid. She wears my dishonor like a cloak, unashamed and unabashedly pursuing that which fulfills her. She is not deterred by the distractions that beguile me; steadfast in her purpose, with blinders she progresses. My doubts ignite her determination; my trepidation, her certainty. She was conceived in my passion, birthed from my dreams.