Another chapter,
yet one and the same?
Different rules, different circumstances,
differing frames.
It feels odd to walk a path
in an alternate manner,
I’m here and now,
watch me flower.
The sadness is gone,
but confusion can reign,
I will not allow it,
I hear someone cautiously call my name.
Because there are set parameters,
at least they exist in my mind,
I must be careful to let them
remain in place,
lest they fuel like petrol on flame in time.
I’m walking forward,
I can develop on my own,
I must continue this growth because
it’s important to set in stone.
I am finding a path again,
I am moving, moving onward,
and if those in my life would like
to join me,
then onward,
onward,
closer,
to the goals,
toward.
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