Second Wind

Slow go the winds of time,

to reign in futures is to

harness destiny, a trove

of completeness, lack of

hope, groaning for the

intangible, the gaping

incompleteness, waiting

for whatever is to be.

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Go slow down the winding

road In hope of solving these

conundrums, to forge passages

of comfort, to carve out

a space for self to grow,

dust the hurt which burned

for years, deep in the forest

of your heart, held prisoner.

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Time to break out of stale

routine, to stitch the quick

steps of your shadow to the

present, secluded by danger,

yet a statement of intent,

reclaiming your days, dreams

which seemed beyond you before

now re-emerge as possible.