- You dare for a moment to hope that you see
- The hint of a glimmer at the end of a tunnel
- Then, quick as a shimmer of lightning can be
- A memory surfaces and funnels
- Into your happy place
- You look in the mirror at your own face
- It is troubled, sad, distraught
- No matter how hard you’ve fought
- To get beyond this hurdle
- Your beliefs sacred and fertile
- You feel you should be beyond this
- But you’re lost once again in a phantom’s wish
- Remembering…
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 
This poem evokes the feelings perfectly, sister. ❤
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I guess it never really ends.
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It changes with time, sis. ❤
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I guess it never really ends, but we grow stronger in the process.
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