As I looked outside, the weathermatched within.
My heart cried out, but
I heard no one.
I felt no one.
As I looked inside, my mood
attempted to match
what I was seeing.
It seemed bleak,
unforgiving,
not forgetting,
with\ out hope or
light.
But as I continued to look
within, and without
I realized that
the choice
is mine.
The hope is mine.
I have to create it,
nurture it,
offer it all it needs.
The inner spinning
brought out
the life I was
needing at that
moment.
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