the path that got me here.
Convoluted like the Amazon,
its rip tides tearing at my skin without mercy
(that's how the hide was birthed).
Dreams taller than giant sequoias
with only the sky left to breach-
what else could be higher?
I forget the times
When I knew so little about life,
and had so little to lose.
But love was still the roof
that shielded my head
from rain, shine and circumstance.
I've always worn a crown
of joy and peace.
It sits on my head like it owns me.
(I own it).
Happiness comes through love,
and no matter my journey or my pitfalls,
I have always been loved-
it has been my constant truth
and my biggest strength.
I am whole.
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