From within

I feel like I’m running yet my feet seem to be planted in the root of fear.

My petals have yet to reach full blossom for I am stagnant in confusion.

What, where, why, my oh my I’ve been here before knocking on locked doors trying to find an entrance to another realm.

Tears I cry, undried eyes, damn I’ve been…here…before.

Knocking on locked doors trying to find an entrance to another realm, my pants tightened at the hem under my garment my heart is beating for life.

Life.

I am living aren’t I?

I have been through the dirt, planted and true. I have felt the sunshine honest and new. I have survived the rain storms seems more are due…

Wait. I’ve..been…here…before.

Knocking on locked doors trying to find an entrance to another realm when maybe the realm is from within.

 

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