sun. flower. seeds.

i want to move in my anger

not to be consumed

but to understand it.

to uncover where it has roots.

find myself there

and hold him.

replant some seeds-

of love. healing.

perseverance and strength.

and most of all

the knowledge that

no matter how many times the world has ended in the wetness of tears.

it has always come back vibrant.

and in seeing new sun

we have the beauty

of choice and movement.

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