My Voice

fall-yellow-trees-230x153 (1)As my desire to blossom arrived, I flourished.
No longer fearing the journey it takes to truly open and unfold.
Deeply I breathe in as my breath is taken away.
I found my voice, yet even as it lay dormant in the quiet.
As I stumbled in the sometimes darkness and fell,
Standing back up brushing off the bruises
I knew I had found my way. ~ Anais Nin

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