Angels on my shoulders

Spreading and healing

My wings.

My voice in my throat

Rising and developing

I sing.

My creativity in my hands

Finally allowed to expand

I make.

Inner turmoil under control

New patterns developed

I’m not a fake.

My self-expression

Unfolding from my core

I am that I am.

I am me. Alone.

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