
Fifty and Clear
from a journal
Fifty and clear, the sky broke open No more guessing what comes next I've been forging through the smoke so long I forgot what solid ground felt like Fifty and clear, and I'm still standing The weight lifts but the work remains Something shifted when I stopped looking back Just the road ahead, honest and plain
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