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I am
a small thing,
the whole thing
in miniature,
drinking
the nectar
at the center
of the storm.

I was born
to find
transcendence
in every
sunken
piece,
to find
coalescence
in every
shattered
dream.

As we dip
into pools
of destruction,
I am stitching
my beliefs
into a world-
wide stream
of little
reminders.

Remember
there is power
in the gentle
heart.

I live
to inspire
the soul
to wake,
to shake
the chains
of its original
wound —
the trauma
that made us
turn
our hearts
backward.

Remember
you are never
truly
lost.
There is a thread
in everyone,
an unbreakable
tether.

And it is always
ready
to stich
the wound,
to merge
that great
divide.

Remember
it is an act
of radical
compassion
to choose
caring,
to choose
loving,

to choose
knowing
that there is
always a way
to move
forward
even
when the light
shines backward.

© Jacqueline Ann 2021