Words are soft bridges,
ravaged by rivers of lies.
Actions are the stones
I place my weight upon,
first tentative,
then heavier.
A slow unfurling,
like melting in spring
revealing green beneath the snow.
A deeper breath,
a stronger step,
a realization.
Not a leap,
but a steady rhythm,
walking forward,
even when the path
feels treacherous.
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