A Poem

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I feel like a baby playing with sand.
The more I grasp at it…the more it slips through my fingers…
All I know
is that I must be released from this physical form
in order for me to move a mountain.
I will train.
I will come back at you three You’s.
I will NOT lose.
Released from all of the pain….but harboring it in my secret hearts chambers.
For there is a heart…and then there is the only Heart that counts …the one inside your soul…