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Soaring.

I have to find
A new way to live.

I have to forget.
Not some. All.

The pain of the past
That rules my days.

I have to let it go.
Let it float away like a balloon.

The control.
The fear.

Yes, the peacemaker.
She, too, must go.

Untethering myself
I fly like a bird.

Soaring!

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  1. Untethering myself - that line really moves me.

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  2. I hope you soar to great heights - like an eagle.

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  3. An Eagle, yes, that's what I want to be. An untethered Eagle.
    Thanks for reading.

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  4. As you can tell by my writing - life has been difficult but not impossible lately. Working through it. Blessings to you all.

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  5. I can feel your determination to be a new, happier you...I know you can fly as high as you want and as far too! Good luck and I do love the poem!

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  6. Lovely poem. I hope you soar to wonderful heights.

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  7. Yes soar Barbara,I love it..Susie

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