DAY 247
Dear addiction,
You still hold me in your grip,
No matter how hard I try, I stick
In your claws I feel pregain
Try so much to escape but I remain.
Because my mind is your campaign.
Creates the thoughts
That I would be okay to stay.
But this is what is holding me back
To become what is meant to be
To really feel myself
And not only this brain-built wreck.
Only love can set me free.
To understand that it is okay how I feel.
To not resist this process indeed.
That in its own time
It will let rise my soul
Like it has to be.
Thank you, my guides and all the light beings, around me, for your support in this process.
Thank you, Papa, for your unconditional love and for these opportunities, I love you.