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Bright blue light lifts me
as I watch the setting sun
feeling home again.
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The Accidental Meeting
Life has a strange way of testing our progress. Just when we think we have mastered the art of "choosing ourselves," the past reappears at a corner, unannounced. An accidental meeting can feel like a sudden earthquake, shaking the foundation of the strength we worked so hard to build. This poem captures that terrifying moment of standing face-to-face with a ghost who never said goodbye—and the difficult realization that to survive this time, I cannot be the person I was before.
By Magma Stara day ago in Poets
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