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="d221">The light peering around the moon</p><p id="047b">Smearing my skin with a <i>mystical glow</i>.</p><h2 id="83a2">I found it, now I know!</h2><p id="e88b">Fate has led me <i>home.</i></p><p id="f342">The foyer erected just before me.</p><p id="edd5">Only one step away.</p><p id="d922"><b>But, wait…</b></p><p id="f982">Now my body isn’t doing what I say.</p><p id="3d3f">Limbs turned to stone,</p><p id="f4ab">into the ground they sink.</p><blockquote id="68f4"><p>Is this how my happiness is taken from me?</p></blockquote><p id="f6d9">My <i>mind</i> imagining <b><i>the almost </i></b>beyond that op

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ening,</p><p id="023e">That peace and quiet that isn’t noisy.</p><p id="9bbc">My <i>body</i> unwilling to go any further</p><p id="6431">Towards what is<i> believed </i>to be underserving.</p><blockquote id="fd73"><p>Do I stay stagnant and watch it all disappear?</p></blockquote><p id="4d87">An indissoluble yearning</p><p id="cb7b">For a moment that was never real.</p><blockquote id="4ba7"><p>Is this how my happiness is stolen?</p></blockquote><p id="3ace">My body betrays me</p><p id="38f4">Allowing my resilience to run out.</p><p id="6a92">No more grace to pick me from the ground.</p></article></body>

Lost Grace

Where The Fear Overtakes

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I found it!

The place I’m meant to be!

Every experience was a step towards it.

Every pain endured brought me closer,

To a door I never imagined to have opened.

There’s a breeze behind it.

Hinted with hope.

The light peering around the moon

Smearing my skin with a mystical glow.

I found it, now I know!

Fate has led me home.

The foyer erected just before me.

Only one step away.

But, wait…

Now my body isn’t doing what I say.

Limbs turned to stone,

into the ground they sink.

Is this how my happiness is taken from me?

My mind imagining the almost beyond that opening,

That peace and quiet that isn’t noisy.

My body unwilling to go any further

Towards what is believed to be underserving.

Do I stay stagnant and watch it all disappear?

An indissoluble yearning

For a moment that was never real.

Is this how my happiness is stolen?

My body betrays me

Allowing my resilience to run out.

No more grace to pick me from the ground.

Poetry
Know Thyself Heal Thyself
Freewriting
Self-awareness
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