An open space
To be filled
It is time to walk the path
Welcome the journey
Eat the mistakes of my past
Pass them through
Push them out.
A less traveled place
Twigs, leaves, fallen bark
Petrified bone, coagulated blood, hair from the root
Line this way
I will step forward
Let my soles absorb, let them bleed
I'm ready.
It will not always be so.
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