There are no illusions when

desires are missed. We struggle

to maintain a steady path as the

grays of life breathe in

without restriction;

the absence of answers is the

darkness within a back pocket.


We decide to move about with a new

set of goals firmly attached to us,

knowing that the next

challenge is our engine for thought,

forming newness through recovery.


Relinquishing this bright path is

unacceptable. We adapt without

conceding. Our colors blend into

creative shapes. We set our sights

on another set of chairs to climb.



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