I am not venting

I am trying 

To listen carefully 

Every silence 

Every sound

Words that linger

Long after left unspoken.

I am crying 

I am accepting fate

What wasn’t mine 

Had to go

What stayed 

Was always a gift.

I am still standing

Why still

A lingering thought

Why not 

I question

The path I took 

Is paved now

Wild flowers mark my way

Wondering what comes next?

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