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Frustration pours out on the unexpecting, also waiting in limbo but with more confidence, while you have waited too long and all enthusiasm and hope has dissolved into bitterness and a deep, deep tiredness.

Childhood of silence follows the adult, awkward pauses judged by the confident, and stable minds unable to translate the damaged. Reach out for a heal and hope someone appears who will understand and care enough to help.

A moment of calm, working with rightness to recentre your mind and know you love your world, even when it gets hard you wouldn’t change your path, and that is a powerful, wonderful feeling.

Confirmed as overlooked, again, but this time the smile of dismissal won’t come, this time the drive to do your best  will not emerge to make everyone else’s life easier. Instead  step back and breathe deep as they realise this change is staying, and they caused it.

Content mood shattered by a photo of destruction, a precious object tarnished, borrowed and in need of returning, showing your incompetence to be trusted with guarded knowledge from ignorant teeth.

Wake up the colours of spring and flutter the petals of change, drifting on bitter breezes that carry the remembrance of winter.

Overflowing emotions boil over for a few hours of indignation before simmering back to acceptance. How long before they rise so high they won’t be contained anymore? Should they be?

Gentle dreams reassure an anxious undertone, soothing the future and allowing you to believe, for the first time, everything is going to be alright.

The same irritated exhaustion settles with the familiar stress, once again alone and forgotten, or ignored, so no one has to acknowledge that this is not okay and they should be helping.

Little blueberry snuggled inside, causing chaos and confusion but bringing hope and a brighter future, for as long as you stay here and dare to grow.