It’s not that there is
nothing left. It’s over-full.
Flooding tides will ebb.
life experience
When the circle of life spirals around so quickly, imbalance may occur.
Hard chair. Fetal curl.
Déjà vu, different face.
Blessed be thy name.
A bird chirps outside my window already knowing what I must take efforts to remember.
The alarm proclaims
Another dawn, come what may.
Choose the flow most true.
MKat Reclamations 