She was so impressed because I had a toolbox
True I wasn't good at fixing things in the house
but was pretty good at helping people fix their souls
Just released them to fix what they wanted to fix
She gave me permission to break whatever I needed to break
Which was my pride and my heart
And my over identification with certain roles
She lost out on the opportunity to really get to know her own truth
To live her truth out more fully
Instead of perpetrated it on to others
what they did to her
She is so delicious
she can get away with it
she could play with it
But she will be so much happier if she was trueto her truth
She Pleases everybody in how she destroys so sweety except herself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem