it happens like a long walk around the lake

This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.


Well it turns out coming home to yourself is slow motion, not a singular happenstance. It happens in every moment we tell ourselves the truth, in every moment we honor her whispers.

It happens like a long walk around a lake. 

Slowly at first, and then with purpose.

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