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A poem

Hugh Reiner
Morning Poems
1 min readAug 24, 2020

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All these parts
of myself
which I spent
my life
discovering

were already
woven
between my ribs —

who I am,
who I always
wanted to be

rises up
to greet me
(a quiet
tendril
of courage)

only when
I am willing
to see
I am whole.

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