Restless

I lay in bed.

Emotions of fear and anxiety dance wildly in the moonlight.

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An hour passes.

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I watch as sounds thunder loudly

and the chaos of the dance

unveils patterns and themes that are not mine,

but were gifts.

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A birthright.

A puzzle.

Something to unpack.

So that I too can walk lightly with the earth and the air.

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An hour passes.