Year passed

A year has passed.
A strange anniversary to celebrate.
And to mourn.
A new beginning at long last.
After prayers.
And begging.
And beseeching.
Finally God moved.
Or did he?
Not meant to be there.
But here?
Or somewhere else?
Doing something else.
Being someone else.

A year has passed.
How odd to look back,
As though through leaded glass.
Slightly wavy,
Forms a little unclear.
Was that me?
Did I really endure that?
For what?
Hopes of something better.
Is it?
Or only something different?

Receding further and further away.
A year has passed.


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