GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 197

window/and burnt that dreamcatcher I hung on its parallel bars. Now, I have a room turned into a black hole/and the black in my head/I have unattended grief that I was supressing/with the help of false hopes/good karma/clean conscious/and faith in godly miracles/all of which stand discarded at last/I have some reed diffuser oil gifted by a kind friend/and a some fairy lights/I decorated my acute lackings/meditated in the frugal DIY ambience. Do I feel better?/There is so much residual pain that/ filtered out of the pores of my skin/won't this take a lifetime/and more to heal? 197