what a day of color
rough edges on a soft girl
her cup runneth over at times
sloppy, spilling, messy joy
blissful juice of the morning
opportunity abound

fear comes in the form of rolling tires
the gravel road beneath
providence above
desperation ahead
behind me a sea of people
broken and misunderstood
yet still better than me

the laundry is done
the dishes are clean
we move through each day with the steps of Everest
one step closer
then slip and slide
gain your footing
then move ahead
I have seen the horizon in the ones I love
the cleanliness of beauty
home untouchable

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