Some days swing a subtle shift.
This was one of those.
I’m not sure if it’s falling at a different angle,
Or if, today, I rose.
No great journey north,
No great power surge,
But something feels a little different.
Laughter coming as an urge,
In the place,
Where there would have been fear,
Concern and regret.
It’s just something to note, reflect on,
Because I haven’t climbed out yet.
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