Snuffed embers, cool ash
Place it amongst what you want to grow
Never mind that the hearth is cold
Nourishment comes from the combustion
.
Relics of the past, lessons learned
Orient to what you want to know
Disregard what was the plan
May your compass know North and your clock be right more than twice a day
.
How does one pick up the pieces
If they were shed to be rid of?
We begin naked and oblivious
As it has always had to be
.
It is unideal, life does not care
They yank my chain, life is not fair
Who among us does not know this?
Make peace with where you are at
.
The moon does not always appear full
And its fixed flat visage hides its true depth
The tree of your sprout
Barely casts a shadow yet
.
Look to the horizon
See the forest from the trees
You are whole again differently
Yours to discover for free
.
Be it that your shout is still a whisper
Or that your reach can only softly grasp
Valid is your journey
Growth is the path
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