Midnight Ink
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Midnight Ink

Monday Evening

Photo by Wim Arys on Unsplash

I sit here night after night
counting my wrongs
And things I should make right.

I hear a pull in the distance.
A voice that’s been consistently persistent.
Like a far away song
yet I still get the message wrong.

But every day is another day to improve. Another
day to keep the fire burning in my eyes.
Gratefulness may be the meaning of life.




Writings of the restless.

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Grace Russell

Grace Russell

Mom. Wife. Explorer of life. Adventures at www.gracerart.com

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