There are times we are asked.
To only carry forward.
That which we hold in our bones.
And unravel the rest.
So that we can stand.
Bare and true.
In the unknown.
In the nothing.

Those moments are never easy.
Nor are they simple.
But the potency they hold is electric and necessary.
As they remind us.
That grasping for all that was.
And denying what is.
Will only calcify the pain.
It is only when we surrender and create a path of our making.
That life renews itSelf.
In the reflection of a deeper truth.
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