Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
As I breathe
And as I sigh
And as I wish it all away…
It whispers, “Not yet. Not yet.”
As I mourn
And as I cry
And as I curse the powers that be…
It whispers, “One day. One day.”
As I yell
And as I scream
And as I question the whos and whys…
It whispers, “Let go. Let go.”
And as I run
And as I search
And as I feel alone and lost…
It whispers, “You can. You can.”
“You can. You can.”
Tori Burris Inkley
1/25/21
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