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  • I wrote this poem on this beach - immersed in thought and letting the words pour out of me as I felt the emotion

    Is it touching,
    A glow that radiates outward,
    Your heart;
    Still beating, but maybe more
    Or less in an instant.
    Is it your hair rising on your arms,
    A smile creeping into your eyes,
    Is it a blessing?
    Or a curse?

    Does it only bring pain
    And uncertainty?
    Does it make us uneasy
    As we are overcome with shivers and flushes?

    Is it ever, always steady
    Comfortable or safe?
    Or is it always meant to be changing,
    Evolving and organic?

    As it fluctuates,
    Making me question;
    Question myself, my path, my life.
    It reminds me that I’m alive.
    So I’m grateful,
    But fearful.
    Because these feelings
    Capable of squelching my breath
    Or filling me with light,
    Are so delicate.
    They make me open to the world,
    To those around me.
    So I have to put my faith in others
    Not to hurt me.
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