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Poem of the Week: Joyfully Real...

Looking behind me I see the hill,

The mountains I had to climb.

Looking ahead I use my will,

To create, to heal, and to shine.

The truth is that I'll never know,

If I hadn't chosen this or that.

What happened really helped me grow,

And moved me from my past.

No one leads a perfect life,

Or always gets their way,

Everyone has pain and strife,

And even skies of grey.

But the ones that live most happily,

Are the souls who rise high up.

Finding humor and levity,

When life runs amok.

We are here to learn and heal,

We live to connect and create.

We only need to be joyfully real,

Then everything turns out great.

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