I have created the space,
touched the openness slightly.
I have befriended my story,
gently letting go.
I have thrown myself into the Unknown,
without drowning.
I have faced a couple of shadows,
slowly one by one.
Suddenly I notice myself in the mirror,
at the starting line again.
Looking at this skin and bones,
like a stranger.
Staring into my eyes,
dark hate and anger.
There is a gap,
a birdge left to cross.
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