a blessed year of finding

I see a lot of people calling this year crazy But I’m not among them My year was not crazy well . . . I know some people who might call it that but they live such quiet, boring lives I lived life high So High my highest yet As heavy as my heart still is It’s a thousand times lighter than last year and I know it is but tremors of the coming days ahead What flight is in my future? How wide will my wings yet be?

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