(E)ssential...
(N)o...
(I)nvitations...
(A)lways...
(L)eaving...
DENIAL moves like river, away from it's source.
Afraid to turn around, fight against the currents.
Silent game of pretense, in hopes of survival.
Discover later in life, part of self lost.
Are willing to reclaim, let the pain in.
Heal wounds left untouched, that may become whole.
Reawakening joy and sorrow, looking forward to tomorrow.
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