Let me amble along
At my pace
Aware of each pulse in my vein
and every thought that crosses my brain
Don’t rush me
There’s nothing else I’d rather do
Than this
Let me breathe
And feel the nip in the air
the chill on the crown of my nose
the cold in my bones
The warmth of my breath
shall wash over each tingling cell in my being
one cell at a time, slow and sure
Don’t rush me
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be
Than here
Let me amble along at my pace
Let me be
There’s nothing else I’d rather do
than heal

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