The Divine Presence

Sitting at home, doors closed, thoughts spinning in several directions.

A little young, but full of messages of divination 

I closed my eyes and felt a woman preceding to heal me

Her coral gown, so soft, relieving anxiety in me 

And I cried to her, sweet angel

I've given in too often.

I've battled with IV inside my blood stream.

Secluded and held by bed by straps,

I've walked into too many mouse traps

Only to walk through all the flames and right back to the crime scene

I walked in fighting and there was lightning in the sky. 

Yet, I was wild.

And quite proud of that.

Walked several miles just to make sure that the tears dried.

And then my fears died. 

And suddenly I became a hero

My own hero..

And the proof was all in my energy

They told me that I had a gift to me

They taught me to look deeper into me

Who knew that it would be my energy,

that would heal all?