Waking up on thin ice, She tiptoes across the frozen lake of her fears Hoping to make it safely to the other side. She can’t swim so prays earnestly for guidance, And with her final utterance The ice cracks and she disappears. Is this her deliverance or her demise? In the depths of icy water […]

via Facing her fears, living her nightmares… — Inner Ramblings Boulevard:

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