A Saturday morning
Crying into my coffee
Because there's so much beauty
In the lessons at my feet
If Synchronicity had a face
It would be marilyn monroe's
And despite everything
I am so grateful
for what the universe had to take
An observer of a classic ballet
The delicate tip of the toe
And the strength that lives inside
Like a trojan horse
My purpose requires sacrifice
But its coming together
Like a parade in the street
And I watch it
Finally standing straight
With my hands warm in my pockets
my face looking up at the sun
Not every poem has to rhyme
Not every poem has to be for someone
Sometimes the dust settles
Around the reflection in the mirror
And for a moment
We see who we are
And we greet ourselves
with unconditional love
I am almost home
I am almost at peace
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