A Blank Slate

Dear Self Psyche,

It's all out there.

There are no hidden curves or secrets behind  corners.

You have leveled the ground.

The cracks and potholes may have been put there from your doing,

but it is the reparation that matters.

The ground is flat and the foundation restored.

You may walk again without tripping now;

you may even try skipping now.

It's all out there.

You have leveled the ground.

This poem is about: 
Me

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