She had reached out
First
Again
Almost five years later
Close enough to the days
That changed everything
Pushed her to the ragged edge
Where she had to stand for months on end
And almost lost herself
In the process
She had felt the need
To say some things
Give them both a measure of peace
It is what it is
It becomes what you make of it
She didn’t feel any fear
Not a bit of shame
Not regrets
Or any guilt
She didn’t feel like she needed to explain
Because she knew what it meant
So maybe the reason why
Things seemed the way they were
Was because it is more than what it was
.👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
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Jeanna' Soul 