Deep Claws

Feb. 13/12

What is this thing with it’s claws buried so deep inside me.

Where does it hide and how did it get there?

It begs me to reach far and deep into dark places for light I know is there, but cannot yet see.

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And in the mean time I am gripped so tightly that I can’t breathe and walk at the same time, let alone sing.

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But sing I must, while dancing no less.

While playing and grieving,

breaking and healing,

loving and letting go for all the world to see.

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With claws so deep inside of me.