There’s always something ending that I have to let go of,

something arriving that I have to be brave enough to meet,

and something still on its way

that I have to be patient and wise enough to wait for.

Life is a little here

and a little gone.

A little now,

a little not yet.

A little hard,

a little soft,

and only fully understood by the part of me

that is okay with not being able to understand it all.

 

 

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