There are no illusions when
desires are missed. We struggle
to maintain a steady path as the
grays of life breathe in
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.