Poem #52

Where I used to drown,
gasping for grasps on reality, 
the depths of potential
“Should’ve” & “What if’s” 
pounding like waves
you may be familiar? 

Reduced to a larval stage,
to grow again from teachings 
grounded in graciousness
and mystery.

Our bonded roots flourish
in communal soil, collaboration
strengthens our growth
we are one-we are many  


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