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Old wounds have begun to heal.

This new life feels unreal. 

The shadow hanging above my soul.

I was once trapped within a role.

The wounded one full of anger

Dragging his worthless anchor.

Behold look into the mirror.

Now gaze upon your own error.

You thought you couldn't stumble

But it's the season to be humble.

No time for embracing illusion.

The former has reached it's conclusion. 


◄ Joy of Aging

Compassion ►


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keith jeffries

Sun 28th Oct 2018 15:46


This is really excellent. Well thought out and composed.
Thank you


Big Sal

Wed 17th Oct 2018 16:32

Metaphysical rebirth can be a beautiful thing.

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