Your mind grew in danger, right from the start, so it had to grow armor, a shell for your heart. Now you feel stuck, heavy, and doomed. (You don’t see your beauty and strength, as I do.) But habits are broken one crack at a time; and healing’s like wind you feel more as you climb, fresh in the cracks that once were sealed tight. Though it hurts, this is how you’re emerging toward light.
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Very wise, hopeful words here. And I'm enjoying seeing how the final poem emerges from your notebook, too!