A beginning or the end?
It’s up to the seer I guess.
I’d like to think I’m the optimist that chooses new life over sure death, the one with fresh eyes leading with lightness.
Reality and experience has created a skeptic, though. She’s not who I am, but who I’ve become.
I now must dig to expose the tender parts, opening a vulnerability, while all at once offering the bright one fierce protection. Let her be little but lead with the poise of a full grown woman. To be both, to share both, is a worthy venture to depart here for there.
And so I go.
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