how I go on

How I go on
Some days I carry stones,
some days sunlight.
Both belong to me,
and both keep me walking.

Loss presses down,
memory lifts up.
I live in the middle,
held by both.

I ache for what is gone,
I glow with what remains.
Between the two, I stay.
Still here.

One hand holds sorrow,
the other holds joy.
Together they steady me,
and I go on.








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Written on 2025-09-29 at 00:05

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