My Starfish #writing #lorijeanfinnila #angelic

Image by Asta Zaiceva-Stalmakova from Pixabay

I found my own angelic connection with this writing. Of course I can't find the full meaning a this point but I wanted to share where I am with it now. 

Sometimes when I can't see clearly it's a gift.

When I started writing this I found a connection to my back that has been injured where I find a hard time moving. I'm not sure where it's going now but it's interesting.

My Starfish

Beauty that is beautiful even if it’s not perfect

Beauty distorted on purpose to show new beauty

A home is being made in the mind

People and their opinions are so scattered about

My dreams are close I can see the ocean and feel its breeze

My life is opening to me with its hands reaching wide

My eyes, head, ears, are receiving

receiving a long awaited feeling of love and confidence

with years of independent to a second childhood

the flying starfish

move for me my friend

I’m an outcast

life hasn’t turned out like I planned

as the sand cascades like magic rushes of water

equal to the power of the sea

movement I have no control over

newly learned with you beside me

move for me my starfish

my mark, my internal wounds

long term affects on my body

move for me starfish

as she lays back sleeping so eloquently

that’s all she can do holding her hand

learning to love herself receiving a long awaited feeling 

of love and confidence outside of herself

yes you will get that second glance at these circumstances

feeling the shrill of the essential central decline