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present
in my weary pursuit, i faltered,
and noticed the distance i had grown from those i cherish.
yet, my spirit seemed to lift,
as each breath i drew grew heavier within.
in the varied cadence of time's melody,
each time my fatigue found relief.

hence, i've come to see, we find what we seek,
and mirror what we flee.
so, cease fearing your absence,
and embrace the possibility of living your best.
cause it's the ease of life,
it's the grace of being present.
© sandy