the next chapter
you never know when you’re going
to get that call
lifting you off the ground
and forcing you to your knees
you rehearsed it inside your head
so many times
but none of that matters
since you’ve become paralyzed
it all begins on sacred ground
you tell yourself
your world picking up speed
rising to the occasion
underneath the surface you see
mere memories
sealed inside spacious box
sand blasted and pulverized
june two thousand sixteen
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I love your heart, so so much
Thank you so much, Lara – this means the world to me, truly.
It’s the waiting that’s the worst you says
until it happens…
Yes, I believe that is true….