MOVING THROUGH

Move through
the good times. . .

move through
the bad. . .

even when
the movement proves
clumsy
and quite difficult. . .

it lets me live
to see a moon
waxing high above my tree. . .

and feel a smile
upon my healing lips
and in my heart
a lighter beat,
quite glad.

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