The rhythm of my own steps

“My eyes adjust to the light,
When the sun’s out, hope rises,
Kaleidoscope of colours on walls and canvas,
Little, simple things become day to day art.

I hold and mend my heart
With folklore and rhymes,
Dancing absentmindedly to tunes
That give meaning to my day and night.

On my own, I may have been hurting,
But on my own, I have been whole, never lonely,
Learning the rhythm of my own steps when it’s cold,
Dancing to the rhythm of my own steps when it’s warm…”

Ana.

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