I still work, but the light in me has gone.
It's not a succinct process --
Acknowledging the broken.
Yet, all it takes is luck for a seed to grow
In the most unlikely of places.
Renewed passion sparks a fresh lit hue.
Stitches dissolve, wounds heal.
New ways of knowing enter the fray.
It takes a patient hand
To bring healing. Sometimes...
It takes leaving space
For others to fill.
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