And you thought you arrived?
There’s work yet to be done,
There’s earth unturned,
Hands yet to hold,
Hearts to mend,
Mouths to feed,
Souls to sooth,
Bellies to fill,
Eyes to dry,
There is,

Be in it until your last breath,
Even when you feel your soul rise from your belly,
Through your throat,
Witness it rise out of you,
Learn from it,
And be a witness against yourself.

This dedicated to my father who is currently going through things I don’t wish to divulge.

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