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on arriving full circle

My arrival ‘here’.

Breech. Feet first.

Initiation training.  Spent a good part of life – Running.

Spent the last several months attempting to determine what I have been running ‘from‘.   Discovered that all this time – I was running ‘to‘ – myself.

Saddened at the eclipsing of my own image in the mirror.

Staring back at the kaleidoscope of my smile and tears, bleeding in colorful concert, a silent impromptu cadenza with no audience.

“What next?”

Fallen. Broken. Pieces.

Crawling. Standing. Feet first.

My arrival, ‘here’.


Mirror, Mirror

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