the drone like ticking of the clock...
time is silently forged
↝the hardened mask transforms ↜
As the layers begin to chip away.
We strip back false attributes~
carefully constructed
as they once were painted...
Revealing fresh skin, tender hope and perhaps
a shattered dream ...or two
and to the Sun we choose to stand
and wait for the moon to cradle us again
One deep breath
Determined courage from within
ð‘‚½The warmth of Spring ☀
brings us back to life once more.
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