Making Peace With Heartache

A Spring breeze blows

Through my balcony door
God, in his calm way
Reminds me that
Sulking gains nothing

I find a wispy attitude
Hiding in my younger self
Pull her forward
And thank her for existing

The sun will rise
With its face painted
On perfectly

Will I see her shining?

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