Full Circle
The life I once thought would result in my own demise
Has been replaced, reconstructed, resurrected...
The broken woman I used to be
Can sleep in peace at last
And the knowledge I have acquired thru every tear shed
Reminds me that my journey to Self has come full circle
...And I will always make it home…
2012
poem by CarolAnne Spalding
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