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the past has its own ways —
popping up when the mind
has room for pain,
but life is not meant to
be lived in a place
already gone.

there is peace in gifting yourself
the newness of each day,
recognizing that growth
comes whenever you are
open to it.

spread your wings,
tilt your head up to the sky,
smell the fresh air,
and fall in love with yourself.

you will not regret it.

Photo: Me as a baby, fresh out of the hospital.

Copyright© Tremaine L. Loadholt, 2019. All Rights Reserved

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