Slowly -
but surely,
I will put myself back together -
like humpty dumpty
or an egg at Easter
holes on both ends
to make something pretty
last forever...
Maybe I'll look back -
and see
it's all party of the journey.
Rough roads -
cracked streets -
hills, mountains and mo-hills -
that seemed like mountains at the time...
winding towards a paradise
I haven't seen or touched...
yet.
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