Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Semicolon

A pause, but not a stop,
the hitch of breath before the next step;
a river stone bridging two shores
that could stand alone,
but are stronger together.

Not an ending, and never an afterthought,
just a promise that something more is coming;
a hinge between moments,
connecting unfinished thoughts.

Some things are never meant to end,
only to shift, to carry forward;
a thought, a step, a story
still unfolding with quiet resilience,
choosing, again and again,
to continue.

 

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