Usually in the smallest moments it rings the loudest.
Inconceivably loud.
Unexpectedly aware.
It happens suddenly while I feel my bravest.
Rushing forcefully.
Pounding ceaselessly.
My own spirit cannot face it.
Doubting always.
Soul yearning.
Yes.
It usually happens in the smallest moment,
I fall to pieces, anxiety torments.
When Will I become What I made to be.
- Heather
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