Within a weight now gone.
Feet on the ground pointed now towards you
not pointed to heaven, looking down.
The case of my skin over muscle and bone.
A face--now mine to own.
The throat connecting the mind and heart
not severed and silent and sore.
A voice is birthed when join the two.
It builds within me.......I let it forth.
So here I sit in my own skin.
So here I speak with my own voice.
I meet the I that dwells within.
I meet the eye that dwells within.
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