what?
what is it you want
from me?
independence or
support…
are we family
or strangers?
what i expect
is foreign to your ideals
my power lost…
or found
as we wrestle
in the tree’s shade
despite
the sun
losing the battle
my growing spirit,
with limbs set
against time
what
we have… is,
peace amongst
the ties
that bind…
that’s what!
seasons: a poetic journey 
Loved the despite the sun stanza.
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Awwww, ty. Can the sun lose every battle? Our despairing soul only need look up? Or is the simplicity of hope too shallow? 🤔☔️
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