Awakening I can carry a thought through thick and thin.
Stop by choice, not only when falling.
Hear my heart beat to see new beauty.
Speak out, that I may be more than dusty darkness or a gap between others.
Now I hold my inner light; Lift it high and bring myself outward.
I carry treasure revealed in unexpected places.
Glitters and gold? Yes, I have plenty; Both the stars, (which always hung in the night sky) and the sun, (which persisted in rising, though I would rather sleep).
Yes, I have reason to move forward. I have life within and life around I have colour, texture, and the ground is not so steep now.
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