My healing could never commence
as long as I continued to rest
in the darkness.
~
Only when I walked away,
when I said, ‘God be with you’,
could I live what I pray.
~
Now I stand in the space
between what I left
and what is coming next.
~
Lifting my head to the sky
where the clouds are clearing
much too free to search for meaning.
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Katerina Petrou
Combining my passions of travelling, food, poetry and photography, I welcome you to read my stories.
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