as I make ‘direct amends’ I see more; I feel more. Relieved of words, I can sit silent with my memories and listen…

listen to images and thoughts; present moments and past; I can breathe, fully …. pain is washed, cleansed away so as new people hurt, overlook, abuse me I can let go, and let God, my supernaturally giving, empathically giving, Higher Power,

perhaps, I can, will love again