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Rediscovery Was I waiting for this moment? Slow the path that led me here. All that was lost slowly re-found The sweetness of rediscovery. The slow soul churns on, The essence of me preserved against All external attacks, both the Violent and the gentle. But the core remains, somehow, and Given its own time leads me Back to my truth. Returning, re-learning There is no time I would rather Be than now, no other place, Than here in this moment, alone. Time's long toll of layers Each exposed Flicker and evaporate when laid bare to the Light of truth and purpose: my reality. Now free from the insidious, bewitching silence, My new expression. At first it chafes and scrapes, Wounding those who would hear it, speaking only Those cold hard truths as if They had ever been on my lips. Voice ever stronger, never Again to slip unheard and unheeded into comfort, I rejoice in each step of this journey taking me back Towards myself.