Did you forget that you are creative?

You unto yourself

your own

You once did these things alone

and were powerful then as you are now

boldly naked and honest

beautifully raw

with tenacity among struggle

strength made from shining light on demons

there were shimmers


              black sickness

watching shadow creatures scurry away

in time, facets paused

while others came into full bloom

Is a season even recognizable except by the passage of time?

I am ready for spring.

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