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these arms

a poem.

you pushed me away.
your fear of the unknown,
of not knowing the answers
to everything; your fear of
love and of security
and of vulnerability
forced your hand and
you pushed me away. 
and you pushed me into 
the arms of fear and loneliness
and heartache and sadness and
hopelessness. 
but you also pushed me back,
back into the arms of writing,
into the arms of creative pursuits
and into the arms of a changemaker.
you pushed me back into the arms
of discovery, of discovering all that
i struggle with and all the
darkness that i need to grow from,
that i need to find the lightswitch for.
you pushed me back into the arms
of doing things for myself. (i
would still do anything for you,
but now i know i need to do things
for myself too).
you pushed me back into
my own arms. and these arms
will hold me. these arms will
comfort me. these arms will
guide me home.

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