SuziCate's Musings

The Process

A single thread weaves the light

piercing darkness and opening the night.

Shivering bones cannot sleep while in wait.

We are but minnows on the line, simply bait.

Time and worry etch lines across our faces

as we force our hearts into empty spaces.

Blood weeps in pain. We regain.

Sun always returns after the rain.

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