This lives deeply inside me.
Thoughts are not just some jumbled fairytales.
That my words try to recite again and again.
Trying to explain what cannot be said.
This has a narrative all it's own.
It doesn't let me forget it's there inside me.
In every movement that I make I feel it.
Caressing my soul gently in its arms.
I live in its welcome tight embrace.
In a light that was always there unseen.
That tiny spark planted long ago prevailed.
To shine inside of me.
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