Solitude becomes
me, with space to expand breath.
Hear the gentle chimes.
life experience
Paths and journeys, cups full and toppled over or half-empty and wanting – we are all in this together.
I cannot presume
another’s road through the dark.
Let all our lights shine.
Doing what we can, when we can, and for as long as is needed.
Watch at your bedside,
each breath brings you back to us.
Thank God, Keep Fighting.
MKat Reclamations 