I Begin

I begin to see the proof

with my eyes.

I am surprised to feel the fever

in my soul.

I stand at the stairway- it seems like hours.

I must choose.

The conversation between

head and heart.

My instincts emphatically

know the signs.

I see a woman.

The afternoon light her only ceremony.

Her hands outstretched-

carrying the years of the Earth.

A whispered "my dear."

I begin.

I am.

I stand.

I see a woman changed.

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Inner Excavat-Along with Liz Lamoreux

Chapter 1 Tasks:

Scenes From This Day + In A Series

Creating A Word Toolbox + Just Write