Like everything that I lost come back to me.
Like everything I ever wanted finding me.
Like everything I was hiding from confronting me.
Like everything I prayed for manifesting.
Like everything I rebuked fighting me.
Like everything I asked for blessing me.
Like a thousand mirrors reflecting back at me.
Like a thousand suns bursting through every pore of my skin.
Like a soldier armed, deep in the trenches.
Like a victory parade after months in battle.
Like everything and nothing I expected.
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Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up. James Baldwin.
*SoulTea*
Pic from @worldtoafrica