The hardest part is not the fall,
But rising from the ground,
When all the world seems far away,
It's in the moments just before,
The dawn breaks through the night,
When hope is but a fragile thread,
And darkness feels too tight.
The hardest part is letting go,
Of what we thought we'd be,
To face the unknown paths ahead,
Where nothing’s guaranteed.
It’s in the pause between the breaths,
When words can’t find their way,
Yet in the hardest part we find,
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WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
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