An ode to my father healing the Critic

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When I awake in the morning,
It is either the very next day
after many, many days,
Or it is the very first day.

When it is the very next day
after many, many days,
I know the time has come
For me to walk through the door,
To take a look at that dark part of me
that is calling.
And to touch that place of willingness
to look again.

I know the time has come
For me to walk through the door
To take a look at this critic within,
Who only wants me to listen
To what needs to be heard,
So I then can heal
and bring that part of me
back to me.

When I awake in the morning,
It is either the very next day
after many, many days
Or it is the very first day.

Today, it is the very first day
Of what exists now.

Twainhart Hill