The writing comes and goes. The inner peace comes and glows. The silence glows and shuts and shudders. I am not centred, not balanced but I often slide in and out of that deep peace. Sydney is a dream city. Max is a wonder. My life is a blessing. Yet I keep finding myself hitting up against that wall. Building barriers between my bandaged heart and this beautiful world around me. And I am safe, and I am safe and I am sound.

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