This pull grips my heart. It tugs. It tugs. It tugs.Until it bugs me that I can’t rest easy.Toss, turn, real scorching. Phantoms torch me. Until finally burning, I pull away from the sheets. Pacing. Thoughts racing. Retracing.deep breath. Tred. Dread. Spoon fed.Cold sweats. The transformation burns me.Bear down. Dig in. This is spiritual warfare … Continue reading Shadow Work Series: A Poem