As the day unknown draws near
I reflect on my progress
I see the wreckage left
After my internal war
In the ruins
Flowers grow
Pushing through ash
Through snow
It's cold outside
But my heart is warm
No longer an anchor
Sinking in the ocean
My weightless spirit soars
No longer faltering
On unsteady wings of hope
But released from gravity itself
By this grace stored in my soul
Of all the art in the world
My masterpiece
Is this art of letting Go
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