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Reflection
My little man loves his own reflection. He exudes such joy that he infects himself creating more joy! He is capable of getting more and more excited as he creates a party over here. A one man show. The best show I ever watched. He fills me with so much more than I could have ever imagined. Love is too beautiful. I am reborn with his birth. I am anew. I feel complete. I feel strong. I feel vulnerable. I feel. It’s nice to cry tears of joy and gratitude. It’s nice to feel alive. No longer am I dead inside. No longer am I numb. No longer does the darkness control. Or substance abuse. Or negativity. Or impatience. I have shed my cloak of darkness. I will shine. If only for one I will shine for him alone and for who ever wants to watch. My path it has always been. I just rolled into a few ditches along the way. Stopped and got lost. Walked until I found multiple ways to the source. Always knowing the source was guiding. Took a few trips down memory lane and a hard right on easy street. Only to kick up the dust on coquina lane and look down to find a perfect shell. I’ve kept those shells every single one of them. The perfect, the unique and the not so pretty, I have kept them all. In a fluted glass, used as decoration next to my coffee maker. It’s there looking back at me every morning to humble my every beginning.
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