While searching for meaning in all that is, in dreams, illness and challenges, these words came to me.
The people that I meet are but an image of me.
Am I so full of anger, resentment and worry?
The events that occur are but a reproduction.
Am I so full of hatred, sadness and fear?
The dreams that I have are an echo.
Am I so full of insecurity, regret, and loneliness?
The illnesses I endure are but a resonance.
Am I so full of withholding, controlling and lacking?
A case of mistaken identity, I hoped and I supposed.
But the messages keep repeating.
Why is it that I do not see these reflections of me?
For this case of mistaken identity, what do I need?
Until I can find the correct focus, this is all I have.
I do love you.
I am truly sorry.
I do beg and plead for forgiveness, for all of this and so much more.
My affection for you runs deep and true.
I thank you for your love and your patience.
Love and Light,