people, possessions, roles ripped from our lives,
leaving us bare and vulnerable;
futures once clear now cast in fog;
tears like a river, overflowing banks
and washing all illusions away --
and the tender shoots that follow,
after time has hallowed, hollowed out
the fullness that once was;
those tiny spears of hope unfurling,
slowly pushing through into new light...
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