The Journey

Perhaps what we recognise is pain, 
Perhaps it is exhaustion, 
Fatigue from the burn of life. 
Perhaps her eyes are telling you,

‘Remember me,
do not forget this dusty space coloured in vibrant hues,
this humble abode which has nurtured our existence.
The doors of which we are birthed and we depart from.

‘ Perhaps it is love, 
A recognition of her beauty, 
A celebration of her strength.
Perhaps what we leave with is a lesson, 
A spiritual promise of resilience,
A reinforcement of intentions
A reminder of our duties,
To keep on striving, forever more.

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