REFLECTION: I remember when, fire ripped through my chest, when
there were no limits to my dreams.
When, the wind tousled my hair, and when there was no measuring my miles.
I remember when, the ocean invited me in, and when there was no holding me back, when
the mirror smiled back at me and when there was no hatred or fear.
I remember the first time I lost my way, and when there was a cocoon left behind.
But through it all, I remember most, the day when my own reflection mattered. <3
Thursday, September 3, 2020
Parts of Me - Reflection Page 35
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NOTE: I did not write the following, it is from a book entitled "Parts of Me" by Kimberley Z. Tent. However, I feel very connected to this Kimberley was a Canadian Royal Mountie and our careers seem to have been very similar. Her poetry spoke to me, however this one is pretty deep.
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