Finally Me

Looking in the

Crystal ball, I see

The past I once

Thought was 

Permanent and

Perfect crumbling

From stones

Into grains of

Sand so

Under blue

Skies and 

Sunlight, I

Build the

Sand sculptures

Of my new

Life, knowing

At any moment,

The ocean 

Could wash

Them away

But I now

Face change

With hope,

Curiousity,

Trusting

Always that

I love myself.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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