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It’s all New



I’m filled with newness, with the unknown,
With expectation, with hope 
And with fear.

 It’s all new, this life that forms within me.
I said yes to something new and now there’s no stopping it,
It’s taken on a life of its own.

 And now this life that’s at once its own,
And also mine,
It’s here.

 Life that’s beautiful and delicate,
Life that’s wailing and desperate,
It’s here.
And I hold it, yet it’s too much for my grip.

 This life that grows towards the light,
Following an ancient path.
Life that’s everlasting.

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