Rough hours lead to rough days,
And rough days lead to rough weeks,
And rough weeks lead to rough months.
It’s been raining a lot.
There is no telling of sunshine bursting through the clouds.
The long journey has been amazing and at times a bit weary.
Puddles. Small but crucial.
Whenever I walk by one I look down at it, staring into my reflection,
trying to see the deepness within me.
It is a journey nonetheless, one that I appreciate and I keep learning from.
It almost seems these days that I am always adapting.
Things are always changing.
It can be overwhelming, but I’m just trying to see the silver lining.
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Jessica Razo
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