It Will Pass

Worrying about the judgers.

The people who I worry about 
judging me 
will be dead soon.

And so will I.

So why do I bother 
worrying so much?

Who will be left?

Do you think my kids, kids, kids 
will care 
that I lost sleep tonight?

Heck no, 
they will barely consider me, 
if they even do at all.

But the pain feels so very real 
in this moment.

Have faith; 
it will pass.
 
It always does, 
making room for some new pain, 
ready to occupy 
the vacant 
space.

When you see the cycles for what they are, 
it gets easier.

Today’s one of those clouds, 
soon to pass.

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Reflection

What would you be better off letting go?

How free would you feel?

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