Balance


I’m shedding.
I’m molting.
I’m back in the womb.
All my cells are dying,
So they may be renewed.
With each death,
Comes new life.
More learning.
More light.
Earth is a playground,
The only thing not meant to die.
We all were meant to be here.
Although we may never know why.
Each have a purpose.
Even if just to change one person’s life;
Acknowledging their presence by just saying “Hi”.

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I've suffered from major depression since I was 16 (now 23). Over this past year I have found the "spiritual" side of myself through meditation and working with my inner child. I wrote this poem one day after meditation. I hope it resonates with someone.