The Best Remedy

sometimes,          space         is the best remedy.

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it’s not the enemy.

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i know, trust me.

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space is understanding.

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it’s freedom.

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empty, yet full of potential.

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potential to blossom

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potential to wither.

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i promise, it’s not scary.

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my space withered.

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white noise for a while.

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the unloved, invisible, insignificant.

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confined in the walls of those.

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not even a voice of my own.

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burned by the sun’s scathing rays.

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but then,

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soothed by the moon’s touch

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Finally, loved, visible, significant

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I was someone.

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I was ecstasy.

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I was untied.

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Emancipated from the words of mean.

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No longer longing

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For the space in between.

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I was free.