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What the heck is it?

Posted in Many Paths Many Voices

Put pen to paper,
Emotions will rise
Like tingly bits of magic
That have been in disguise.

Let the tears fall,
And feel the space start to free
For it opens up new opportunities
That are deep within me.

I am afraid of the truth
It seems to be buried within me
I’m still scratching my head
It is still not obvious to see!

As the pen keeps writing
Hopefully more clarity will come
But it’s only day dot
So why spoil all the fun!

Sam ©

Sam Writing her poem on her first day
Out of Pohutukawa Chalet