To Be Here

Under a tree, its leaves rustling in the midnight breeze

On a swing, dangling above the ground with the child in me

Near the ocean, watching the hypnotic waves cast the taste of salt in the air

Counting the stars, infinity played out before my eyes

Loved by the moon, lighting my world in the darkest of times

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Breaking Point

The stress, hurt, and fear piles on creating a jagged mountain of distress. Then, all it takes is a feather landing on top or a whisper of breath for it all to come tumbling down.   The taste of blood in the back of my throat, a raging migraine, and my heart beating out of my chest – the consequences of holding it all in for so long.  Afterward, there is clarity and motivation to carry on.
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