Those sliding doors have done their thing.
My reality has altered.
The journey I was on has changed,
My plodding feet now faltered.
My feet thought that they knew the way,
But my reality has left.
My steady feet, whipped from beneath,
Leaving me bereft.
Pick your heavy feet up.
Darling raise that head.
Take the deeest breath you can,
And forge a path ahead.
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