A poem upon waking

I’m not really sure where this one came from and please ignore the meter and such. I never could quite master that stuff.

 

I see your soul
Through the window of your eye
Your intentions are pure
Your path clear

You look back at me
I wonder what do you see
My mind is still muddled
My soul scarred

We walk and talk
You slow down to match my steps
You take my hand in yours
I am free

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