Some things, unforeseen, knock us off kilter. Early on, full of hope and resilience,
we glean gifts from the wreckage and move forth, stronger at the seams.
Some things come in quick succession, before the last seam
has cured.
Some things irrevocably change us. We become unrecognizable to ourselves, unsure of our seams.
Some things happen over and over again. The price of changing our response is
too high. Those for whom the price
is not too high begin to fall away, one by one.
Isolated, brittle from vigilance, we move forward, trying
everything. With each failure, we
retreat within, in search of our innocence, where we might find a spark of
hope.
Depleted, disoriented, stillness is a balm as we wait for
the next . . . thing.
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