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shout!
sometimes I feel
the weight of what
is yet to come
in the marrow
of my bones
like a dread
pinning my wings
stunning my thoughts
stilling my voice
next breath
tell myself
but not yet
so I shout
into the wind
the names of
what I love
like tossing a boulder
into the pond
where the ripples
will continue to
cross the waters
of my time
so that
the impression
of what I love
has a motion
in the future
where the ripple
meets it's shore
sometimes I feel
the weight of what
is yet to come
and instead of
pushing it off
I open my heart
hold it close
tenderly
with compassion
hoping our past
can heal our future
meeting myself
in the middle
eyes wide open
shouting the names
of what I love
into the wind
with all my might
~ Dina Stander
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