When you are away from me,
I can’t help but miss your face.
You are the joy in my life,
And the fire at my core.
My love for you is more than I can bear,
For one day I fear you will be gone.
But for now I will move the sky,
To fill you with joy and love.
Our days are full of fun,
And we make love in the dark.
Our life is love, and love is our life.
You are hope.
You are joy.
You are love.
You are the mate of my soul.
About the Creator
Hope Martin
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I am a mother, a homesteader, and an abuse survivor.
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Epilogue
I sat in my office, twisting the wooden ring that Leon had carved for me on my finger. I was uncomfortable, hot, and cranky. And I was bored. Leon was making me a cup of tea in the adjoined kitchen. Estrakulius was resting peacefully next to me against the desk. I had taken up residence in CiCi’s old office as it was easier than moving everything into mine. It had been interesting to find things about CiCi after she was gone. It made me feel like she was still here and comforted me. And she was right, all of the millions and millions of reports were very helpful, no matter how much I hated them.
By Hope MartinExclusive • 3 months ago
Self Help: Grifters' Gospel
On Self-Help, Snake Oil, and the Illusion of Change Psychology professionals and students can be imagined on two opposite sides of a line called self-help books: likely a larger group opposes pop-science and step-by-step manuals filled with talk of success, journaling, and not giving a f**k; others love them, but they aren’t many.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 5 days ago in BookClub
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