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Yesterday sits on my back like a boulder.
Fear in my stomach like a stone.
Face crumpling like a pinch, 

dreams that clutch, needs that grip.

A shadow so tight
even hope turns into choking - let me shed it

and wake like a flower in yellow light,

roots humming, spine straight, 

palms like leaves in the sun, uncurling.

Let my path wind 

like a secret

through moss and fern,
sweet things that grow, quiet 

like love gently tended. 

And let me be patient, if nothing else,

still, till it bathes me like a blessing of mist. 

Let my heart bloom in it, become peace,

a garden that we can find sanctuary in.