Growing Pains
October 9th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson- Until the day I heard your call,
- An unborn lived within these walls
- Of blood and flesh and bone.
- My self responded eagerly
- To tools that were right for me.
- Tools you hold within your hands
- That knock down walls
- And put in doors
- To thresholds I’ve not crossed before.
- Vistas once hidden from my eyes,
- A panorama realized.
- My soul is free to soar again.
- My fear was just a growing pain
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