three things all at once — a rising like a tide
a surveying of a mind, the limits — how far & wide
it's new & alien: the walking & breathing outside
the fear is all of mine — to put where i decide
a love & the freedom of feeling it
void of the clinging on shame & regret
just a longing to find a place i won't quit
where my mind is my own & i don't owe a debt
mistakes not yet made & a life not yet led
the feeling of faith over dread
it's so close, fingers almost close 'round a small thread
soon, almost, someday
tomorrow, next week — just not today
but i believe on what could be
& i can wait & trust that day i'll see
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