Whether it is seasonal,
Or a turning point that’s key,
Something I feel is changing.
That something appears to be me.
Nothing grand or startling,
Just a subtle shifting.
I have not stopped and changed direction,
But I sense something in the drifting.
There is a certain hope,
But there’s also shards of fear.
I am trying not to judge,
Until my heart is clear.
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