#Poem: standing

You, standing there and
Seeming to hold your breath;
You, opening the window
To your own longing and discovery.

You, waiting with eyes and
Arms outstretched in beckoning;
You, wistful with hope that
Since this is not an obvious ending,

Anticipating it as a beginning.

You, standing at the mirror
Looking for what you know to be;
You, squinting again to find
What you might have missed.

You, holding away from you
The bits you want to release; and
You, in your deep awakening
Rising up and without intention,

Carrying each of your dearest with you.

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