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Shell by Amy Bouse
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It’s Morning
by Bridgette Alyce
...and though anticipated
with great trepidation,
dawn sometimes comes abruptly,
not with the gentle ease wished for,
prayed for...
even as the unknown elements
of a brand new day quicken the heart’s
pace,
the hopes of what is now past still
feel most safe, secure...and so distant
the stark light of this present moment
pierces the overcast, overruling all
doubt,
overriding all fear, real and imagined,
for the time at hand is both demanding
and empowering...
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