Enough
It feels like I have arrived
at the point where every run
is a recovery run, every step
an affirmation of frailty
and this tree on its side
in the park a reminder that even
great and wondrous things
have a breaking point
so what chance do I have?
Sometimes I have to search
out life amongst the loss:
the shattered trunk slowly
returning to its source; the scent
of moss; what persists
in these fallen branches.
Because what is hollow
can always be filled.
Today that will be enough.
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