You’d think,With all the tossing and the whirling,
The relentless ceaseless turning
And avoidance,
I could evade the cold hard truth
That lurks within.
But when I take the time to look;
To face into the struggles and the pain
I learn that in accepting them
(Instead of turning away)
I can at last accept myself --
And then I see
There, at the center of it all,
Below the hurt,
Your steady gaze of love.
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