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all these things
fill our minds and hearts
make us remember and help us forget
make us lie to stay hidden
make us draw the curtains so no one will see
all these things float around us like fire flies on a warm summer night slowly our hand reaches out to touch the light and it vanishes only to appear further in the distance so we move again and again we reach but we’re always a step behind

all these things
churn around in our thoughts
so close to answers we don’t know we need
so close the heat from reality turns us a bright shade of pink
so close we turn away from the unfolding scene
all these things chip away at the hope you hold so tightly because if you let it go you disappear and no one sees you because the hope is the only proof you were ever there but it keeps slipping out from the cracks you can’t quite cover

all these things
can not be willed away
we learn so little from sweetness
we learn too often from the leftover scars
we learn to stand on uneven ground
all these things lead us to the path we follow the one that is barren of footsteps and hope until we take our first step then the path molds to us and we light our way with dreams and the path is ours and only ours it’s been waiting for us to begin to live

all these things
look like a distorted photo
we squint to see the detail
we squint and hold the picture at awkward angles
we squint until we can open our eyes wide
all these things we think have ruined us and broken us and kicked us repeatedly when we were already pleading for understanding have made us somebody who no longer waits for the silence to break and no longer stands still too afraid to begin and no longer asks others to point us in the direction of our own courage
all these things help us land exactly where we are
… right in the midst of our beautiful lives

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I’m not a writer,
nor a poet,
nor a painter.
I’m not a lost soul,
nor a student,
nor a teacher.
I’m not a follower,
nor a leader,
nor a stand-in-liner.
I’m not searching for myself,
nor finding something else,
nor longing to belong.

I am trust,
and I am my truth,
and I am my story.
I am telling,
and I am singing,
and I am my song.

I am this moment.
I am these words,
I am this page.

I am more,
I am enough.

I am becoming.

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