Three Months In
It’s been a hard year
I hear you say
And I repeat it to myself
Three months in
And we show up
Exhausted
Our lives
Gut-punched
By our loved ones
Departing
Emotional burnout
Threatening to mow us
Like dandelions
On the lawn
And our whispers
Rise through the air
Like seeds of hope
It will get better
It will get better
We wish and pray
As those seeds take flight
And land on
Fresh, new soil