We all have voice and a knowing within. If even from observing, the creation of our legend and spirit is overwhelming. Written in poetic form of pain and loss and hope. Placed upon the page where we meet to find our cope. We feel the most whole when finding pieces. Some left behind, some still in mind and those found in times of weakness. The beat from our footsteps goes somewhere. The noise of life can drown out sound we sometimes need to bear. I hope you feel my see if even to share the weight of be. Maybe find a piece to acknowledge and release.
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