Dear Child,
as adult as you feel, remember:
Come sit by me and
rest in my love.
Know you are not alone.
Your experiences are part of the human journey
that is what makes it tragic,
jaded
and so very predictable.
Those memories – the ones that defined you for so long,
that shaped your choices,
your perceptions of self –
you misinterpreted them.
You accepted the lie instead of the truth.
You are precious. You always were.
You are loved. You always have been.
You are strong. You know it.
You are beautiful. You’ve always shone.
So, as we sit together,
take your beliefs in your hand.
Refine them.
See them through the eyes of insight.
You forgot to weight your memories,
against the health of the other –
their emotional, mental, spiritual state.
Unless you factor that in,
your memories lies.
So, let go of those worn-out memories
with truth and an eagle’s gaze.
Rise above the human noise,
see the lesson, the growth,
the quiet expansion of your being.
I am here – always.
Come, sit by me, dear child,
and let go.
Give yourself permission, to live the life
you have always deserved.
All my love,
~ Evgenia Pimżin