Quiet Before the Storm PT1
A quiet period,
Noticing myself again,
A new is coming.
Another cycle completed,
Doors closed quietly,
Monsters left behind.
Hands slipping silently,
Goodbyes necessary,
A young bird again gains flight.
A small clearing,
Understanding my fractals,
Which part of me is next?
A quiet period,
Challenges festering...
A badge of honour on my chest.
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