The Weight of Now
I drank too much, it dimmed the light,
Yet something in me knew it right.
A moment’s slip, a tender ache,
A yearning heart that had to break.
I miss the past, its steady ground,
The love, the peace, the soft surround.
But maybe now, it’s time to see,
The present holds what’s yet to be.
I rise and fall, I lose my way,
But still, I show up every day.
And though the pain won’t fade on cue,
There’s strength in asking, Why are you?
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