Being in the process
is my fallout,
being in the journey
is my purpose.
I see myself in between
the visible and the invisible
I hear myself inside
silence and speech.
I know I am blessed.
Little by little, outcast,
distanced from the flow
of life, I came upon you,
like the shepherd,
I see hurts and holes
in my system, I know I
inflicted all of them with
ignorant concern; I have
to take charge, heal them,
one by one; I cannot judge
anyone, anymore, those
scabs and scars had formed
me, they belong to me, to
them I’d say so long,
and set me rolling free
in a joyful journey.
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