Photo credit: Shane Rounce

I thought he had love—cherish the beauty in me:

I thought I loved him: Until he set me free;

I began to search and search, for someone,

That resemble a gentleman, and the righteous me:

I felt so free, then joy leap out and hopelessness,

I began to feel: It was mind games; I could not see:

I found out, through the struggle of wanting to be free,

I did love him, but his absence, taught me to look within,

Real deep: That’s the hope—I should seek, and let,

My, ‘I AM—Worthy,’ take flight to a beautiful ME!

Empress Journee