Don't fret sweet bloom
These wounds will heal soon
The seasons still harbor our names
That we've cradled for life and all that came
Our future
Your dreams
An album of memories
Looking up carries it's own weight
A burden we'll feel forever beneath our feet
Stop your trembling as the seasons restore our balance
Stand tall for as long as you face this mirror
Make your peace
Let it go
Push on and glance back for only a minute and no more
Hold your heart as you ascend past old aches
To lands not too far from a fire burning within
Feel the wind wipe your tears
All is well
Time remains
Looking up will give you all the answers you need
Original poem by Sarah Lucas
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