A voice from The Great In-Between speaks.
"Sometimes my child"
You just have to hold onto your agonizing cries
And glorious smiles and bury them so deep inside
Even if it makes you feel petrified
Sometimes my child
You must choose not to show all those watchful inquisitions parading as friends in public
All your inner vulnerabilities or those dark recollections that might still unfortunately hurt
If they are published
Sometimes my child
You have to be like a well-washed seashell and only open up and show those you worship and trust
With all your soul's crusades reinforced with anguishes purple dust
When you can only look them squarely in the eyes
And know they won't sell you out by judging and shattering your well-placed faith
When your good name is discussed
Sometimes my child
You have to just trust the Painted Words of Intuition more
My name is Apollonia
A goddess known as the Ancient Babylonian
Just here to create hope through these words
As I invite you
To these thoughts
As I cast them into the ether
As my paranormal symposia
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