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Becoming Real

 

Much like the Velveteen Rabbit

You evolve through your pain

And your snares

When your eyes fall off and you're shabby

And you've lost almost all of your hair…

 

It is then you begin to be real-

When you breathe and embrace

Where you are…

Count as joy each day’s new beginning

And to see that you've traveled so far…

 

Where ever you go on this sojourn,

When you're loved and you love-

Life’s caressed…

It’s only then you can really become

And your heart pulses Life in your chest.

Sharon Frye