Can Do

I can do this thing, this 
silence and self-
determining, the no-
voice no hand no 
care business that 
was full of fret and 
distress, now 
falls from me like an 
old black and heavy 
coat I discard and need 
no more - I can 
walk the streets knowing 
what I'm for, what 
I do, where I go, 
why I'm here - the 
place I was is 
clear to me now 
and it feeds, not 
and so I raise myself 
above the parapet to 
smell the air - I 
wake to be here 
and in the silence 
live and grow.
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