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Facing Mirrors

Take me back in time to the place my forefathers used to visit; the waterfall they’d rest at for peace, or the forest spot between the trees.

Take me back in time to a place where I was too at peace- before the vicious tides of fate increased- take me back before my fate ceases.

But if I can’t go back I may as well take a forward step- I’ll draw my strength from great depths; I’ll draw my strength from inside like drawing blood- I’ll draw my strength outside like people are drawn on a beautiful, hot summer day.

I’ve tried counting breaths and sensing my surroundings- perhaps I’m trying all the wrong things.

All I know is I must keep moving forward- all I know is this strength is growing.

I’m trained for this after so many years; my strength lies in facing my fears- I’ll have to face the man in the mirror.

By abdullahkinan

24, college student, cars, science, blah blah

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