On Learning To Walk

It must be some combination of
the hormones and the salads my husband keeps making for me.

The green smoothies that clear my mind and
leave only self awareness and love discovery.

As a soul-infant I wish to learn everything at once all of the sudden.
I fret about not being able to learn fast enough.
Not knowing enough soon enough.
My shell is cracked open and what weeps out is forming into a new me.

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