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the return

The water laps at the shore

I am lucky

to have returned

I once thought of my dying freedom

in foresight I saw the tempest which would carry me

I knew the time would be long

before I would feel the wind kiss my cheek

and the crisp sea air whistle its song to me

Yet here I am finally free

in the mind and body who are complete to me

and I walk along a shore to the building I have seen

so many times before

and now this institution has become mine

where my mind can run its course like a horse bred to win

and the flowers of autumn just exist

as they have always been

the only thing that changes

is our mind

the world is forever waiting


for the traveling soul to return

full of tales and some scars

earned upon the long road


#THEWORLD #time #women #writing

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