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My love,
A gentle reminder
that the weight of those expectations
that you carry so well
that you carry so gracefully
that you have mistaken for your purpose
is not for you to hold
is not for you to nurture
is not for you to keep alive
let it go...
place it gently on the fire
that burns all the things that enslave you
let it go...
the fire awaits
let it burn
WR
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Winnie Rugamba
Searching for Home...meanwhile, I write.
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