Morally Complex, Endlessly Curious

I’m morally complex. What used to be straightforward grew wings and left the building.

Wings of Kindness

Heat—flame starts between my shoulder blades, spreading into wings that cinder and spark. The bell of my soul rings, awake.

A cosmic turn, and I let die my nun effects. Oh, how I loved them. Can I balance in both shadow and Light? Time will tell.

I fit neatly in His hands.

I no longer fear judgment down here; I’ve learned to embrace myself whole— in acceptance, not rejection.

He breaks me gently so I open, coaxing me forward without force.

You embody the ley line—ancient, from another time.

I heal in spirals, peeling back the layers, revisiting wounds with fresh eyes.

Gold in my hair, consumed in my breath, gold seeping into my skin and glittering my jacket.

He heard my prayers when I thought no one did. He helped me up when I felt I couldn’t stand. His mercy floods me with love, warmth and comfort.