Moving on
Moment by moment,
nothing is the same.
I can't stop time,
and yet I cling
limpet-like
to outmoded delusions
of control.
Bits of fossilized fear
break, crumble, disappear--
was that really me?
Whatever I dare let go
makes way for re-creation:
new hope, new joy, new love.
Is that really true?
If it is, it changes everything.

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