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May 2021
the path I’m heading toward
or the path I've traveled
leads me to the sky.
And the sky rains or shines.

Not seeing
this mess of a woman in the mirror
or the scared girl from the past
acting as a vine, running up and
down sticking to a trellis
leads me to blowing in the wind.
And the wind can take me
to new places.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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