
you sat on the stony beach
watching the tides
that rose and ebbed and flowed
beneath the illuminated pathway
of the setting sun
forming a stairway to heaven
you dreamed in that moment
of the last one who broke your heart
with time you have found
everything was as it had to be
life is often cruel
and often provides the schooling
which shatters us into a million pieces
on the shore of broken dreams
there is comfort in the sunset
you know you have not yet found
your place
and yet there is nothing
that really needs to change
anymore
for you to be okay
as the realisation slowly grows
you are still
very much
a work in progress
But, at least, you’re, getting there, slowly, but you are, getting there, a tiny step, at a time…
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True 😊
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Each day. More steps. Or maybe just one step. But still getting there.
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