whole
sometimes i feel
like the shadow of myself
caught in a haze of what is
real and what is not
i cannot look forward
i can only see behind me
use the lessons i have learned
to take my next steps
into the unknown i walk
with my half-blind eyes
to guide my body
through fields and forests
over mountains and rivers
my flesh bruised my feet worn
on this never-ending journey
to find myself whole
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