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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

and 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, uncurling.

Let my path wind 

like a secret

through moss and fern,
sweet things that grow, quiet 

like a love gently tended. 

And let me be patient, 

if nothing else,

still, until mist bathes me 

like a blessing. 

Let my heart bloom in this, become peace,

a garden that we can find sanctuary in.