Having moved on, I remained
caught between obligation and fear.
Worn, weary hands now empty.
Inspiration sifted, removed by the wind.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned
there is no hope without substance.
With or without me
this chaotic existence continues.
Too long in one place.
Where do I go from here?
~ elr
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