Breathe me in, 
and out.
Listen, 
I am beating,
Through your veins.
Whispering impulses of,
God.

Synchronicity, 
I have become all too familiar with. 
It is the dream I had,
Manifesting now.
A reminder. 
The web of light,
Dissolving all separateness.

It is easy, 
To let fear take your hand, 
and run. 
I am too tired now,
I cant run anymore.

I recently found out I have an incurable condition — its been affecting me emotionally, mentally and physically. Ive decided, to reclaim my life, and choose healing, instead of focusing on fear. I am determined to cure myself, and regain control of my body. This poem, is my head right now.

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