hurled with venom
the rocks hit
the surface
of the sea,
and disappear,
the gentle
spume is ripped open,
torn away
revealing a slate grey depth…
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I am letting go,
letting go of the lies I’ve
been told,
the lies I’ve told myself,
here, today on this
windswept shore
I will take a stand,
though rain stings my eyes
and mingles with my tears
I am letting go…
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I am letting go
and I WILL stand,
the lies have no power now,
I stand
a vulnerable
naked soul…
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and there will be evening,
and there will be morning
the first day
and it will be good…
Eternal footsteps 