There's a chill in the air
after the clouds have
rolled on, and the
hazy blue, aftermath sky
remains.
I remain too, clutching
with tight fists to my shifted
reality, growing up in a world
that I refuse to let pass me by.
And with the realization that
tomorrow will come, and
what will be, will be...
has already been determined,
I find a weight lifted from my
already sagging shoulders.
For why should I worry about
tomorrow when it is already
set out before me, by the
Maker and Creator of
all?
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