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Poetry

Healing through the pen. Growing through the pen. Spiralling through the pen. Acceptance through the pen. Forgiving through the pen.

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by uhwriting

by uhwriting

16 July 23

Your thoughts are the architects of your destiny, dainty little memories sway me towards sanity.

Obviously oblivious to the road that's paved for me, but my faith carries me still, out and in.

The woes only hit momentarily, left cheek at ease and the right I so willingly give-

Wholeheartedly I bask in the belief which brings the relief that it all will be, as difficult as it seems...

Letting go is challenging, evolving magnificently is key, the growth in me sprouts seeds of a Spring,

My light guides and leads me towards the love I seek within, meek and teaching in seismic bliss.

Basking in these new beginnings as they goad me towards lessons&studies until I'm fit&&fuelled,

Though my detachment and impatience govern me, I'm fixed to believe in the kindness of this realm.

"There's love if you let it, there's gold if you bet it. Little did I know there was a lesson for me inside of you." - Mereba