Putting distance between myself and yesterday no longer changes anything.
Gone is any confusion about starting over, as is the faith one has in options yet to be explored.
Today, I carry with me yesterday’s scars, last week’s baggage, and a lifetime of memories.
Some are even real.
But winter brings its own largess, only one of which is sleep. And with it contemplation, which often tricks the mind looking back
When at winter’s door.
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