Not all at once.
Barely perceivable really.
But slowly,
things are getting better.
Balance restoring.
The tides ebb and flow.
Maybe it's you,
or it could be me,
or possibly we.
Resculpting each other.
Chiseling away at hearts of stone,
and sparking flames
to warm our bones.
Miles to go, mountains to climb,
rivers to cross.
Full lungs, blurry eyes.
Its a long road,
but It's gonna be fine.