Weary is definitely how I would tag myself right now but we shall succeed!
Blessing
You tore down the hall like leaves
at the mercy of a kindly wind.
May your pulse find rest here
and unquiet thoughts leave you.
May the wheel cease to turn
and the upward spiral begin.
May your actions bear fruit
long past that final winter
and if you find your wings,
don't doubt, take them.
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