Life has begun to show me a kindness a misted view of how humbly one can strive in a valley of dead-lifting.

A piling parsimonious defeat. In the channels that flow upstream upwards toward the acres of new horizons beyond gaze. As far as an eye can see in most even undreamt day dreams.

A seamless reality on a contingent stride to meet the sky, whispering gratitude back to the earth's magnificent glory.

  A dazed pubescent mother that swallows sorrow and taken tomorrows for life she burdens and bears the fruit of care for.

Balanced in with what she is meant to have met her stars gift of dust to starlit pyres, tokens of her untouched yearning desire
to become wholly held beyond what she seas of floods and misinterpreted whispered gratefulness.

She gifts her lives held dear to bear witness the love of this blanket she swims in for eternities to come.
It's in this balance the sky takes the weight of her world so that the sun may come to shine again

through her clouded pained judgements to meet her purpose.

Flowering the depths of what is beautifully within her she conceives it weeping on in bitter days of rain.

Rooted in her veins is known the chasm of warm surface felt sunny days.