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I can afford to lose comfort, approval, and certainty

for the sake of living awake.

 

I no longer hold love where fear once lived.

 

I let it move through me.

 

I do not ask it to stay.

I do not wonder if it leaves.

 

I meet love fully

and release it gently.

 

If I lose form,

let me keep my breath.

 

If I lose who I was when I learned to survive,

let me grow into what still wants to live.

 

And if love passes on,

let it leave me

awake.