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I Do
Sitting across the room,
watching her write
her heart out to breathe
in new life,
letting go, letting go, letting go..
of smudge left on her soul
It isn’t easy, seeing the
burns stream
down her face, fire
arising in her eyes, but
it makes me smile
because she’s letting go
of something ,
There are pages in her
journals are smeared
with ink and tears, can't
tell what's been written
and no one can truly
overstand the symbolic
pictures but her
because her words morph
into images unseen by
naked oculars
so , I give her space until,
she says: Come, come sit
down beside me .. Look,
do you see- as eye.
My interior responds :
I Do.
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