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Looking down, pavement cracks,
grief turns into rage,
rage runs with no place to hide
and Joy is gone with the pain
which is never invincible.
Nothing changes, except the kingfisher
who sees castle walls and laughs:
Can your grief be hidden from me?
When he climbs a tree, he knows he can fall, nose first,
in a dive, in control.
It’s your castle so you can do anything,
including letting it go.
Or, help the next one, and
forget yourself, and your bag of sorrows.
Hope is an invincible tool,
and I am Hope, and I will always come for you.
Never alone, again. Naturally.
Philippe du Col © 2024
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