The air is the same
The sky hasn’t changed
The ground beneath my feet
Is just as solid
But everything is different
A tiny babe has grown
Into a gorgeous toddler
A job that bored me to tears
Has undergone metamorphosis
A love turned to hate turned to ash
Is now abandoned indifference
Friendships have waned and grown
My consummate struggle
The inability to be a proper friend
Family has ebbed into simplistic living
Sharing space in respectful admiration
Where conflict does not reside
Future is now my joy to imagine
With a heart fuller and brighter
Than I ever could have dreamed
Glowing with the magical light
Of a five hour sunrise
One year
Post apocalypse
One year
Balancing the blades I honed for myself
One year
Seeking and finding sweet Melissa
Nothing in life is perfect
But perfection
Can only
Be born
From
Time
And
Patience
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just beautiful words, touching and classy!
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Thank you! 😉
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365 days, 8,760 hours, and 525,600 minutes… what a difference a year makes!
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Indeed Shalom! Thank you
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Has it really been a year? Whoa.
This one really spoke to me Mel. But I’m sure that’s no surprise. Love you girly.
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I love you too, Jo! Miss you! 😙
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Like a Phoenix 🙂
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😉 Nice to see you Richard!
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And you, Mel 🙂
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Some of those friends are just waiting until you have balance. Think of it as pause.
Beautiful thoughts on growth.
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I have the same feelings as Angel
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You rock, Sir.
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Love you Angel!
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Love you too!!!
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makes me reflect on my own year; growth and change are the constant
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And important! Without growth, I can’t imagine where I’d be.
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Such a beautiful place to be. 🙂
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