Perspective Waits
A year ago, I was having a very different Spring and wrote this while confined to the floor.
In weakness, the microscope that has been chasing you down catches up, hitting with such force that all balance is lost.
At first there is only spinning.
Spinning and falling.
Spinning and falling and landing hard, hard, HARD…
In stillness, perspective waits to be found.
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