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New Beginnings
The water is cold. Give yourself the grace
to flounder until you find your flow.
Do your best. It's not a race.
The water is cold. Give yourself the grace
to choose your own rhythm, your own pace.
There is no right or wrong tempo.
The water is cold. Give yourself the grace
to flounder until you find your flow.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
This poem is a triolet. The rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB.