Heart of my mind
Beats hard
Solidified shell of engrained thought
How to let go and loosen
What years of practice have formed
I’ve forged fear
Now to forgive
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turning obstacles into popsicles
And it will change me, all this. Will build up walls and break them down.
Will surround this heavy heart with battements and thorn tipped leaves.
Will then pluck them away, one at a time, savoring the small piece of my whole that sits at their base. Slowly. Curiously.
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