Let The Light Back In
2021- Learning how to breathe

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Vast spaces, empty beaches, rolling hills and ethereal skies. There is a
clearing here in the cloud, a freedom whispering on the wind. The
landscapes draw me in and soothe the ache. Paint and pain flow like
water, washing away, cleansing. Validation binds the wounds, bringing
small relief. But still the storm rages and the hours wear on, days merge
into nights, and sleep in snatched between the breathes. All is well. All is
not well. I must keep breathing.