Hoping, dreaming for the day that others would see me as special
Pain constricted the exterior
But strengthened the interior
The Muse introduced herself early
I wrote and sung and played and imagined
And hoped
And imagined hope
Reaching for The One who would
Accept the exterior
But See the interior
Believe the interior
Share lives in the interior
This many years on
Pattern recognition has improved
I'm still There
Reaching with imagined hope towards
Blinking lights
Which sate and bate in figure eights
I have the toughest teacher in the world
Giving me daily lesson plans
The challenge - can I live from Here without going There.
I'll keep trying
Or simply give up trying
And probably, if the intention in surrender is pure
Be graced by release
And Graduate.
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