On days like this, may you never forget how far you have come

On days like this, may you never forget how far you have come and how the sun will run through entryways and half-closed blinds, right in the middle of the coldest of times, and your tangled remnants of sleepless nights, somehow, you survived. You made it to January. And maybe, just maybe, on days like today, when nothing is changing and everything is the same on the coldest of days, under a burning white sun, may you never forget how far you have come


On days like this,
may you never forget
how far you have come
and how the sun
will run through entryways
and half-closed blinds,
right in the middle
of the coldest of times,
through tangled remnants
of sleepless nights,
Somehow,
through it all,
you survived.
You made it to January.
And maybe, just maybe,
on days like today,
when nothing is changing
and everything
is the same
on the coldest of days,
under a burning white sun,
may you never forget
how far you have come.


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