This is the hard time.
The time when I think about my friends.
Some drink, smoke or do other more questionable things.
I don’t have any such refuge.
I face this onslaught by holding on as I can
(By letting go of holding on).
I pace the floors, consider making a sound but no,
And breathe into the pain.
Step; inhale; step; exhale….
I remind myself when I pause
The worst that could happen would be the best outcome.
Eventually, thankfully, this WILL end.
One way or another. Nothing lasts forever.
Walk; breathe; walk; breathe.
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