The thick of it is
Every day is celebration
Having escaped encapsulating darkness
Having been buried in paralyzing sorrow
Shucking the mask of despair
I walk now in shimmering light
I feel the warm glow on my cheek
I hoard the joy of time and space
Seeking peace and presence of moments
Looking to my love saying “remember me”
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Author:
Katie B. (
Offline) - Published: April 18th, 2026 04:59
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A positive attitude is reflected in this poem of progress and development. Nicely written
Being remembered is like no other🙏🏻🕊️
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