As soul-crushingly difficult this journey has been, I am fortunate to have made it this far. Many don’t.
After the storm, again the sun, hugs tightly in light and warm. Honor those lost before its return. Savor the splendor of strong medicine calling the soul to rise and sing, downhearted spirit lifted on wings, fed and bathed until once more among the heavens I will soar.

Really like the poem.
Thanks!
Beautifully written
Thanks!
Beautiful!
Thanks!
Great poem! Soar like an eagle, Jen.
I am clearing for takeoff!