It's really hard to let the feeling come forward,

patterns and habits keep pushing it back.

It feels so naturally and blindly awkward,
to stay on the learnt and knowingly safe track.

But once the pattern has been busted,
and light is gently pushing through.

I come to feel I can be trusted,
to lean forward onto the new.

I let it out, portion by portion,
into this vibrant, magic world.

Whatever blows out of proportion,
just proves the normal was in fact old.

To rid myself of learnt distortion,
to let the true me florish and unfold. 


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