New moon on the rise

And the water level is decreasing
yet I’m

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Into patterns reacquainted
Into habits reinvented

Into the chaos of my mind
And the clutter of my heart

Seeing them for the first time
I cried

For the loss, for the beginning
For the adventure still unventured
For the times still unmentioned.

I can laugh now.

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For this week’s self portrait challenge.
I think I may redo this though…

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