Faith

I keep, beside my bed, an empty picture frame.  Silver and glitter and shining. Sun across snow.  I got it to hold the future that exists in my someday, when I shall look back and say, I was like a palm tree once. Storm bent. Nearly flattened to the ground. But now, sun and silver and glitter and shining again. Tall, in a brighter season.

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Soul Resolution

Those sinking ships.

Reluctant  to allow that even in the midst of your becoming you are already enough.

Abandon them.