A spiritual hell I lived in … hating the God of love and knowing the god I served … hated me!

Her screams are heard across generations who dared not scream and died without joy,in silence and isolation.

Twirling round ‘n round -faster and faster …she dreams this circular motionwill take her home, high in the heavens where hurt is onlyan earthly world.

When I looked at myself through the prism of awareness, great tears came as I connected with how this wounded child felt.