Proof ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

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Proof ~ Love, Sex and Poetry
I need to see it
I need to see it
In my head
To understand it
To believe it
I need to feel it
I need to feel it
In my heart
To accept it
Accept it as my truth
I need to hear
I need to hear it
In my soul
My soul needs to swim
In depths of awareness
To comprehend
The impact
You will have on my life
I need to touch it
I need to touch it
With my fingers
To know it’s true
I need to sense it
I need to sense it
With my intuition
I need to bring it
Into my awareness
With the focused intent
Of my Third Eye
I need to intuitively know
What I believe to be true
Is actually true
I need to know how
Things appear in my mind
Are really
What they seem to be
I need to know
The words spoken
Have meaning
And that I’m not being
Strung along
For convenience
But I am valued
Wanted
Needed
And rewarded
With life’s treasures as such
I need you to know
And understand
I am deserving
I am
Deserving
I need you
To see it
I need you
To see
I am deserving
Because
I own it
It’s mine
It’s who I am
I need
To see it
To own it
In times of doubt
I need proof
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NOTE:
I read earlier this week, “creation is the antidote” for existenial depression. I decided to create tonight.

I’ve been reflecting lately on the notion that I have very strong faith because I have very strong intuition. It’s easy to believe and move through your day when you see it and know it to be true. But what happens when you are used to “seeing/knowing” and for some reason you can’t see it. Panic, depression and anxiety happens. I’m living it.

My heart has been a little heavy lately and the sadness is interfering with my intuition. I can’t see it – and not being able to see it, not being able to visualize it and hold it is causing me even more anxiety and sadness. I’m trying to reassure myself. I’m trying to steady myself. I’m trying to Praise myself into believing but a feeling of impending loss is obstructing my view. I am, however, taking the opportunity to explore other options and expand my horizons just in case what I’m trying to hold onto is no longer mine. Opening myself up to something new in case that’s what I am meant to do. What is meant for me will always find me.

A long time ago a friend told me the best thing about expanding your horizons is you either find something new or you discover you like what you have – both are good. Until I see proof again, until I sense it again, I need to consider that perhaps it’s not meant to be mine.

I chose this song because of the lyrics and I LOVE Lauryn Hill❤️👍🙏

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