RSVP

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This poem was in response to a special person in my life asking me...what sustains me?  this was my response.

RSVP

She aches for fulfilment. For the love and affection of his love and affection. An enduring spirit just the same, and if possible, even more than the one she posesses. She does not dream of meeting her heart's longing, she strives incessantly. She does not care what it looks like in the arms of love. She has closed herself off from the world, once upon a time, in order to reopen anew with scars healed, but never disregarded. She has gained, through her solitude, a peace of mind and clarity of spirit to be balanced once again or for the first time in life, ever. Achieving such serenity, she opens up again risking betrayal once more but undeterred. She has sat with pain but learned not to hold it in her lap. She is able to carry the weight of the world for her shoulders are broad and empowered. A joyful soul has no other. Dancing with her specialty of beliefs that progressively tempt and test human abilities beyond its current standing, mentally. Everoyone has a life story but who cares what happened then? The only things that exist from the past are valuable knowledge learned and/or painful experiences long remembered.She will never betray herself, again. She will remain who she is and in the knowledge of knowing. She may lose faith, but will never become faithless. Trustworthy to her death, she finds a way to brng both to life. Through failures she draws strength and at times she stands atop the mountains nongregarious shouting to the heavens praises for blessings instead of strife. She is not rich in status or materials but instead, she is rich in love and knowledge of which she has to share. Mother to the world, she holds them all in her loving arms. Soldier to the battle, she overcomes ALL adversities for her children. Like a Captain of the ship, she will go down with it whilst her family may continue. Hustler to the core or rather a visionary of the future, she conquers for well being and safe haven. She does not place value in the people she knows but she does remember where she came from. Ask the question with the intention of experiencing the complete answer and you will discover what sustains her. Gaze into her eye if she will allow you and you will see deep into her essence beyond what's exhibited, a bare naked woman as simple as she is complex.She thrives on solitary moments in which she takes great time for introspection. The intimacies of her own thoughts entertain her endlessly. She is strong enough to abide any blaze and with courage of heart, she will stand in the fire with you or for you. She is both strong and gentle. With the arms of an angel, she will console your lonely heart. With arms of armor, she will endure any opposition and keep you safe and sacred. You see, my purpose in life is not to serve my own existence. Tis my work of art to love, cherish, nurture, and protect your souls.
LehcaR~

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