Getting Through
We have left the bubble of caution,
survived ourselves,
diaries are stored now like logbooks
kept only for the recording
of dates, and not those unspoken fears
that drove us to journal the days.
Summer comes pouring in,
forgotten doors are opened
in secret gardens, vineyards
of hope refresh and provide.
Looking backwards
we see cobwebs dissolving,
yet we no longer linger
in what now seems a yester-age,
but look forward and stride
with a steadier step,
seeking out human contact
as it were the very wine of life.
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