Death to apathy


It’s those middle days that get you.

The same old step.

The worn path.

The memorized passage

you no longer bother to read.

You stop looking for sunsets.

Stop appreciating sunrises.

The stars twinkle, but you don’t look up.

Your heart forgets its longing dream

and settles into the same steady beat.

My dearest wish, for you

is glorious upheaval.

Sudden change.

Wondrous challenge

that leads you into a new pattern.

Your eyes awakened to the beauty

You forgot how to see.

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