I’ve been thinking lately, like really thinking and facing my inner self. I’ve been looking at her in the mirror and not just seeing her but talking to her, asking if she’s ok, asking what she wants and what she’s willing to do to get that. I let her speak and I listened, like really listened. She had a lot to say and I know she’s not done talking. So I promised her I’d give her more of my attention. I’m not just going to let her talk; I’m going to let her sing.
Happy Tuesday!
–Leanne Rebecca
She's in Prison 
I always like your writing, but today’s offering is particularly wonderful. Thank you.
Thank you. I so appreciate it 🙂
Please let her sing…..and dance…..and laugh…..and love. Lovely thoughts.
I will let her run wild!
Listening to ourselves is not only a precious individual gift, but a gift to all humanity. May you fall in love with the I Am within.
Oh I’m definitely in love! Thank you 🙂
Your poem is vivid and sensory laden. It’s a powerful message. Your comment on your poem is a poem unto itself, and perhaps more powerful. You have a gift.
Thank you so much! I can’t tell you how much this means to me.
This poem was legit, the line “the bacteria of rotting confidence.” That was intense in my head. Loved it. Very good
Hey thanks!!
Not everyone can be an orphan.
Andre Gide – See more at: http://quotesoffame.com/9580/not-everyone-can-be-an.html#sthash.NG7lVzfQ.dpuf
And again: wow! Tremendous imagery.