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Transition - ORIGINAL POEM

A day I live, so peaceful in the mundane,
Blissfully free, though leftovers still haunt me,
A day I breathe, though ghosts linger in my phone,
As the stresses of adult life are plain, bold, standing there for all to see,
And though I wince when I think of my mother,
And long for the days I see those I love,
I feel myself growing stronger in resilience each passing moment,
I come alive in the in-between, as day fades to night, from sun to moon, bat to dove.