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sleeping me

I. Past

Once I was awakened
By the realization
That it was only I
Who had the power
To change
Myself.
When I awoke,
I briefly shuddered
At how I lived before.
Shaking off the sleeping
Sands from my heart,
I stretched to feel
My soul.


II. Present

Now I'm here and
Joy is broken open
When my childhood self
Smiles at me.
Sorrow is a neighbor
Who comes to visit,
To borrow a cup of sugar.
Quietness comes from
My hand above my
Skin and the
Wholeness of a
Full heart.


III. Future

Soon I will be
Back in touch with
Familiar things.
"Never blame the
Past for where you
Choose to go" he said.




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