you’re waiting
for permission
to live
to love
don’t you know
you’re in control
of what you have
and had before
you don’t need
to be the sea
and the shore
wanting more
two halves
to a whole
and yet the hole
grows and gnaws
be angry
shake your fist
stand or fall
don’t be afraid to move
it’s still life
after all
and it’s all yours
it’s always been yours
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