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A moments rest in the eye of the tornado, the storm we
relish. We’ve sent our heart out, something not uncommon. Though we rarely give
our self fully to another we give our heart with the hope that it will heal. On
occasion it comes back, radiating. All too often the hurt we try to save is so
deep that the love we share is lost, turned black, and used as fuel to feed an
ugly monster.
We sit, taking a deep breath, filling our lungs for the
first time in months. The pain is there though shifted to a new place. There is
a new joy there giving us pause, is this our new reality?
Our webs are wide and complex while the inner strand is so
well guarded and simple we are truly misunderstood.
We guard our pain as carefully as we guard our peace and
love.
That breath we take in the mountains, when the buzzing is
gone, that breath we take that washes away the pain, the breath that reaches every
cell and screams freedom amongst our sweet chaos.
-Shy Willow
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