In the depths of my fight,

a deep matter is brought up and shoves me into a state.

Swimming in my anxiety,

it’s difficult to throw myself a line of safety.

I had to train myself not to hurry through that time,

to stop and build the Self up on the way.

It gives it it’s own voice and not the repetitive machine

that I created.

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About ingridfalconi

I'm a married mother of three and a published author.
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