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Sitting in Sadness
Observing and accepting
Set out to do one thing — redirected by the hush of fate, a soft collision with a force unseen but unmistakably near. Stillness gathers like twilight fog — hush louder than any storm.
Shadows stretch across the soul’s ceiling — not angry, just aching. Loneliness doesn’t wail; it hums. A low, ancient melody — threaded through breaths we forgot we were taking.
But we remain.
Stubborn as stars behind clouded skies — patient as seedlings — waiting for a thaw.
Eastward eyes scan the dim horizon where future dawns rehearse — just out of reach. Hope huddles under threadbare robes whilst still standing.
Puff.
There goes another thought — skinless, stinging — carried like smoke toward the sky — a prayer with no return address, a scream dressed as mist.
~Ani Po
Much gratitude to those who take the time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of themselves to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.
