First steps

Tiny sparkles of afterlife
are intruding in this bleak solitude
and they are so alien
I almost resist them
because I’ve somehow forgotten
what it means to be in this life
here and now
without fear
from anger or grief
Just to realise that in this moment
I am living and changing
Maybe inertia is finally lending a hand
rewinding so I can stand up
and tentatively,
oh so tentatively
take my first steps
all over again.

Photo credit: Felipe Gabaldon, Creative Commons.


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