I am learning to leave behind things that are not meant for me.
I am learning to walk away with good memories.
But, there is something that still holds back.
Something that is still caged and waiting to be free..
Walking away
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I am learning to leave behind things that are not meant for me.
I am learning to walk away with good memories.
But, there is something that still holds back.
Something that is still caged and waiting to be free..
And Miles to go before I sleep... 
Ah, something still waiting to be free. A splendid poem with a wise message. Thank you, Ramya.
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Thanks 😀
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It seems there always is something teetering on the edges within waiting to be heard by us. Lovely poem.
Jordan
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True!! Thanks for stopping by 😀
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