A place of uneasy comfort
Simple complexity
Empty fullness
Days like cotton blankets
Awakening too warm
A land of observation
Of steps taken
Gratitude for unseen blessings
On their way
Past lives cremated
New life waits to be born
Just slightly out of reach
But certain
Learned patience
The skin waits to sing its song
Steady heart's fire within
Purgatory
Longing for release
The soul within
Whispers
Peace....
Soon!
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