There Are Messages Here, But I Can’t Hear Them

Praying to Land on the Otherside of Grief


There are messages here….
But the mental torment muffles the sounds of these messages though that are fighting through resistance to seep through
Once I get past my own bullshit the clarity will ring true

I’m flowing closer to oxygen now, inviting high vibrations, moving closer to a break-through
On the other side of acceptance is where I will find forgiveness and one day offer a thank-you

I’ll be set free, on the other side of hope
With gratitude for how much I’ve learned and how in the future this experience will have helped me to cope

In the meantime I pray for open space
…constantly living in this headspace
I invite peace to allow for rest
I ask the universe to hold me in a precious hope chest

I ask the moon to carry me over to another day
Where a clear path lies, no obstacles in the way
And I can listen to all my messages
Finally hearing the answers
In this I pray
I’m ready…

Open my next doorway

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