My Self has loosed my Being as an arrow towards a target.
I am in flight now.
I must focus on that target, on that bull's eye.
I must remember that I am not brittle, but that I am strong, resilent wood.
I will not shatter on impact.
No matter by how much I miss the bull's eye, I cannot fail.
My Being
will stay one, and my Self will reclaim me whole.
Written during Spring of 1992, © 1996 by PhoenixElaine
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