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Fleeting
Must be captured
like oxygen for the soul
sometimes Derailed, Detained or Destroyed
Rise like a Phoenix
Grinding like a pestle to stone
Dreams something I can not let go
My Spirit Craves the Continuum from spiritual to physical manifestation
Deviation Due to crisis no more
My Dreams are captured
My Dreams are restored
like life in the in the inanimate
Breathing once more
Contained in my mind as I continue to Strive
Liberated by my dreams
Haunted by their in-completion
Empowered by their fruition
Devastated by their delay
Encouraged by the promise to fulfill them that I have just made.
By Nicole Peltier-Lewis
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