Branches – January 12, 2018

The quiet stirs.

The sad seeps in.

The anger is not far behind.

Now, I catch myself.

I shuffle through my pocket of happy,

Hoping, to quickly find a thought.

Clear a new path to wander.

The cycle continues,

Until my path resembles the branches of a tree.

Thankful for the choices it’s many directions provide.

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