• Somehow, Again •

My hands are still shaking,
but I managed
somehow
to pick up the pieces,
to pick up the pen
again,
somehow…

I know one day
I’ll drop it
again
when life gets hard
again
but I know too
that my shaking hands
will keep writing words
and weaving worlds and
will be all the
stronger for surviving
again
somehow.

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