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baby steps [poem]

it starts with baby steps
with feeling the ground beneath you
solid and safe
the first step is to rise
to brush off the rust and stardust
until only your humanity is left
in all its fragile glory
you rise to take that first step
to put one foot in front of the other
and lean into the movement
into living
you can’t stop once you start
only death does that
brings true stillness back to the body
you will always be shifting
pulling yourself through this existence
becoming as whole and happy
as you can grasp with your two good hands


bookdragon, poet, witch

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