My Mama Linda was the house I was built from.
I thought if I could really get to know her, it would heal me. And it is. I just wanted to heal together. It’s time. If we don’t know or remember a stuffed past, how can we heal?
They tell you to shine your light. And I did. Onto my Mama who was in the dark for yo long.
this aong is exactly why i came back. i wanted to gaze inyo the mirror of the woman who bore me. that mirtor needed coeaning. my truth wahsed all the dillysins away. and she reeling, kind if like me at ywo days old?
what goes around comes around.