How many times can you write the same?
The joy that others bring.
The love that drives you forward.
A song that all could sing.
It took me down a path,
That I did not expect.
It made me consider decisions,
That before I did not regret.
I do not fully recognise myself.
I am a reformed shape.
I am not completely healed.
I feel the wind blow through my gape.
It can be unsettling.
It can shake my dearest roots,
But my arid land is slowly reviving.
I can see the shoots.
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