Aries Harvest Moon.

It almost feels like pressure
Putting such emphasis on my writing
Terrifying navigating the frigid, icy waters
Of change
If my dharma is true
Will it hold me
When I cry of adversity
Loneliness on my path
As I jump into this void of logical uncertainty

I take breathe by breathe
And I promise to share with all of you
Every ounce of my leap into
The life that has always called to me

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