Bermuda


I can only love as much as you love me.
I can only mirror what you have given me. 
It is protective to be transactional on the receiving end of the emotional unavailability. 

I used to think it was a curse to be a Bermuda feeling lost in the ocean of everyone else's voices. 
Now I know mirroring is my strength. 
Mirroring is my protection. 
I won't give more than what I receive. 

I am the epitome of 3, 6, and 9, the key to the universe.
I am a detector of anything sharp and harsh, and a symbol of harmony.
I am the full moon shining bright in the darkness. 

 

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