I can't recall the moment itself
When living became so heartfelt.
Living...yes... not merely existing
Like people with no faces.
Suddenly I began to see myself
Free of scars and with no welt
Eager to soar and not resisting
The lure of your embraces.
Now I am my own mountain shelf
With no fears and a thicker pelt
Reclaiming my soul with persisting
Reminders of past faces and places.
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