I found
Myself
Again
In that terrible, divine place.
Trapped
In the thoughts
Of all I had done
Of all I had become
And could not undo.
Frozen,
In a moment
That was not mine.
I had gone no further
Stopping in my movement
Stopping my pursuit
My happiness
Was in stopping.
I had stopped.
I am stopped,
My every step forestalled.
My wish to propel myself out
And yet for what?
Only to stop again.
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This is really good, and it resonates very deeply with me.
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