With a blessed anxiety I say goodbye as a humiliated fantasy within me dies. My needs for rooting deep denied… without sacred covenant commitment, sticking around ain’t Love its addiction in disguise. Midwifing myself through the re-birthing canal, pioneering the mystery of my womb’s morale, holding myself more sacred I shall. I will let my heart fly and soar the winds steady, pay closer attention to the signs already! Gotta let go with Love if their palms are too sweaty, can’t keep going All In with those who aren’t ready.