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I am my fear of being afraid
The abyss that seems so vast
Of losing control and feeling pain
The remnants of my past

I say it aloud and feel it trace
From my shoulders down my arms
The sobbing starts and I can’t breathe
The release of some old karma

I see myself a child small
Alone and full of fear
I’m not sure why she’s so upset
And it comes through in my tears

The moon is full and so its time
To feel this and release
Because what comes up can then come out
And bring me to my peace.

 

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