Moving onto a fresher path, worn yet torn, new grew from old, my life-long exception, a promise for long-term connection. Analysis, step-by-step, the odours of history strong, holding my attention on the grasp-holds of development worth having been done. It moves me to collate in my mind, I can turn and hit return again and again, but should I withdraw, anxiety knocking at the door? Be brave, little one, be bigger, be so very sure.
I can become anything that is within my ability to practice, and if not, at least I’ve had the chance to try it. I will put my heart out on the line, dangle myself out into the world of change, and pursue, pursue, a different, new adventurous path. Which is the way for me? I will have to reach before I will know, and if I am to succeed, there must be proof of positive growth. I have something to show, my heart calls out to be seen, my heart yearns to be known, my prior struggles, my diverted paths, I will learn, to learn, through hope.
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