you have to step into the futility
in order to bear it,
to see what it guards:
a garden of all you've planted -
wild with blossoms familiar and strange -
on all the nothing days of life,
the happy, the grief torn,
the electric, and the numb.
I'm a Licensed Clinical Professional Counselor with 3 cats, Java, Mocha Joe and Jax, who put up with me in exchange for food.
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