I’m ok. I’m ok.
Not knowing when and where the joy will come.
Maybe it’s here already.
Angels are singing already.
It’s in my heart, it shines off
the copper earrings and bracelet I wear.
It’s all around me, and in me.
I am air on certain days, fire in others;
earthy and rainy in others.
May the future bring only good,
but I know how to deal with the bad, by now:
you take the good with the bad.
Dealing with things as they come.
Every day is a new day.
I’m expiring/fading away every day, anyway.
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