My divine mother was going through dementia while I was having some life-threatening health challenges. This created an emotional downward spiral, corridors of frustration, desperation, and a glimmer of hope.
“This life is passing by
In the pale morning light
I can hardly breathe
I’m giving up the fight
Release
Me
My soul is crying for love”
“I can’t forget
Those shady corridors
Was it Wasn’t it
I can’t recognize
Who’s staring at me
From a mirror”
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