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Thoughts project to a time when life was harder.
A time when the path was lost.
When the leader was not evident.
I am happy that those days are gone.
The truly worthless events they were.
Well – not exactly worthless.
It has all been a journey.
I am grateful for every last destination along the way.
A small raindrop.
I am sitting under an umbrella.
The same umbrella that allowed me to weather every storm along the way.
I can turn off the switch that allows me to feel it.
Go ahead –
Hit me harder.
I won’t feel it.
Not now anyway.
Maybe 30 years later.
You say maybe you would prefer not to remember?
It is okay.
It is time to remember.
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Birdless sky swells grey blue against trees that stand like brushes stiff in the cold It is the penultimate breath of a new earth. The dark disappears in a steadfast philanthropy of color: red, orange, rose blush up from the land over lakes and hills and roof slats to tell the inhabitants Night has not prevailed. Earth e x h a l e s as the sun spills her promise.
You are not a victim but a beautiful survivor.