Open wide.⠀
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Let it in.⠀
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She whispered in my ear.⠀
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I didn’t want to listen.⠀
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I shut it out. Pretended to be busy in my busyness.⠀
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She continued to whisper not letting me go.⠀
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I heard her in the wind, birds, smiles of people passing me by.⠀
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Stop it, I wanted to cry.⠀
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Not me.⠀
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Not now.⠀
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I’m not ready.⠀
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But she wouldn’t let me go.⠀
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I continued on what I thought was my path.⠀
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Ignorant to her wise words softly caressing my dreams.⠀
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My coloured pen feverishly hitting my journal with angry prompts.⠀
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The sweat trickling down my breasts as I held on tight.⠀
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No.⠀
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Not yet.⠀
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She was still there. I could feel her sweet song as I opened my eyes every morning.⠀
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She was in the air, the ground, my toes and every time I closed my eyes to put my face up to the sun.⠀
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No.⠀
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Not yet.⠀
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I’m not ready. I said again.⠀
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She didn’t care. Persistent like the ant who never gave up sight of the morsel of hope.⠀
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It continues, this game.⠀
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It’ll never end.⠀
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Not till I have said yes.⠀
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Yes.⠀
Yes.⠀
Yes.⠀
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There I said it.⠀
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Crumpled in a pile on the floor like the clothes from yesterday.⠀
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Take me I said.⠀
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I’m yours.⠀
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Xoxox⠀
Nora⠀