At times I stand at
the line between hope and despair… choose hope
At times I stand at
the line between self-love and self-loathing...choose self-love
My anxious mind may
be stuck like honey upon my fingertips today... May I remember that
I have to ability to walk to the stream, bend down, rinse my hands free
For this moment I
choose to open my eyes and let myself feel the chilling wind by the waterside
as well as the warmth of the sun above me
I choose to try to
stay healthy, and as I take my next breath I can feel you rocking
me in your arms
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