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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