Did I give up?
No, I’m just in a different season:
Experiencing new things,
Connecting to different reasons.
Forcing growth isn’t the way to do,
Allow it to come forth and blow right through.
Slow and steady wins the race;
I’d beat myself up for not picking up the pace.
Lacing my sneaks, I step out onto the pavement,
Breaking into a sprint, I escape mental enslavement.
Freedom tastes like heaven.
Magic in the motion,
Calming the commotion,
I stand in this beauty feeling the bliss.
Winds of joy whispers a kiss,
The past I no longer miss,
And embrace the present for what is,
As I transform the future every step of the way.
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