In the darkness I call my tribe
So that I,
may see the light
In grief, I am surrounded
by sadness deeply founded,
On the angst of permanent refrain
I cry out, again and again.
I hail the light that comes flowing
from my Tribe’s great knowing
that I too, will survive the darkness
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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Ok. Tell me you know are ok. That this is a piece about the comfort your tribe gives and that you are not in the dark place again. Mom
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It is about comfort in the darkness. You got it!