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Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.

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This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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Enough Hands Hard Life Love Myself Time
Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.
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Live Morning Myself Quiet Secret Wake Up
I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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Lose Myself Perspective Pieces Understand
I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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Known Myself
Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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Believe Change Curse Myself
We’ve never seen what a happy life could look like if we chose to spend it by ourselves – sharing our beautiful lives with friends, family members, the occasional crush, and lounging out in that quiet space alone as if an idyllic sunned beach.
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Choice Family Friendship Happiness Life Ourselves Quiet Space
Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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Fake Feeling Happiness Myself Spring
I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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Allow Feeling Greatness Myself
Please come here, but not too close.
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Close Near One Liner
I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.
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Company Floor Hands Leaving Myself Uncertain
I’m choosing to believe things are getting better again. The give and take of joy, remembering a few days of ache does not mean forever.
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Believe Better Choice Forever Myself Remember
People have been washed away by less. I’ll take every step gently. So often, you can’t tell the rush of a riptide until you’re already at sea.
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Myself People Sea Wash
I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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Beginning End Fabric Myself
We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.
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Hands Learning Leaving Myself Sharp Spring
I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
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Alone Fight Love Myself Saint
My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.
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Face Live Love Myself Smile Summer
Hold me here, where I feel less like a stranger to my own laughter. Where it’s easier to believe things happen for a reason or maybe, at least, out of a thousand winding roads my life might take, I will still find one that fits me.
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Feeling Hold Life Oneself Reason Road Stranger
How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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Different Dreams Radiant Voice Window Yourself
There will be a time where this hurts less and it will not mean it didn’t matter. It means that in the face of feeling something precious slip in my hands, I will always find a way back to myself.
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Face Feeling Finding Hurt Myself Precious Time Way
Your anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
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Anger Fear Feeling Sorrow Yourself
I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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Beginning Deep Move Myself Writing
The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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Loneliness Loud Myself Notice World
In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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Close Dreams Hold Myself Wake Up
Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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Hands Life Myself Place Touch
I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
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Catch Myself Name Sadness Water
For now, I’ll bring what I can to my own four walls. I recognize the purpose, the promise of this: a church is made by its space, by its practices.
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Practice Promise Purpose Recognition Space
I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
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Dreams Lost Myself Tree Way

Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.

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