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The Fourth Time

It took me four times
To be the mom
I knew was inside
Of me

It took me four times
To learn to open
The closure I forced
For it was incomplete

It took me four times
To learn that I am
Not always
Correct

It took me four times to understand
The wound
I had forgotten
Was yet wet

It took me four times
To apologize to
My inner love
For her angst

It took me four times
To consider if
Now was the right time
To lend more trust

It took me four times
To see that I was still
Holding lots of me
Inside of me

It took four times
To realize
My teachers
Were all
My mini
Me's.

It took me four times
To truly love
Like I used to
Openly.

And I've still
Got souls
To
Live
For,
Four.
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