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Limb Labyrinth

By Bianca Beastly Street Artist Unknown Segundo Barrio, El Paso

Despite being the most natural state of her being, finding the light in her purpose had become a fight against her own turbulence.  Thoughts, like weeds, tangled the flow of her natural talent, choking the roots of her truth in rhythm.  She stared at the aged cracks of her rock bottom, the cold concrete sending her body into a fit of shivers and heaving sobs. Yet, it was the honesty of those tears, the acceptance of the pain, that began the alchemy of her own destructive garden.  Amid the savage vines of debilitating stresses, destructive circumstances, and tiresome days, came the knowledge that release, acceptance and valiance against her woes was the ultimate sword against the darkness.  Slashing away at a thicket of her own unfair judgments, vengeful opinions and defensive breakdowns revealed the true groundwork of her soul. Her tears, once sour and acidic, now fertilized her spirit with surrender.