We make amends but it takes time to see the fruits
Likewise sifting through scatterback brings me back to my roots
I still pray even though I said I’d meditate, I feel heard
Signs and unity with family bring me an encouraging word
Maybe someday I’ll be able to stop telling lies to myself
I’m turning new leaves and this brings me newfound wealth
There’s less pressure on me now to be a perfect being
But I feel like the more I strive the feathers will grow back on my wings.
by Katrina
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