A forgotten Warmth

The weight settles, a thick blanket.

Each breath a conscious effort.

The path ahead blurs,

lost in a haze of uncertainty.

Doubt whispers, a constant companion,

chipping away at resolve.

The sun feels distant, a forgotten warmth.

But deep within, a flicker remains.

A stubborn ember refusing to be extinguished.

A quiet knowing, a primal instinct,

that seasons shift, even the longest winter yields.

This too will pass.

The ground beneath, though shaken, still holds.

And from the cracks, new growth will eventually emerge.

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