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trust [or no longer the helpless waif in search of love]

Love Tunnel

The biggest mistake I’ve ever made
in my quest for love and belonging
is giving my trust to people
who have not earned it.

Like Vasilisa, I have my wooden doll
from my mother.
I have learned to trust this Loving Voice
deep inside my own being.

She tells me what is true.
She tells me who is worthy.

I am finally listening.

It is safe here.

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