Look Beyond

Everything ends… Sometimes slowly, quietly, slipping away.
Sometimes a fire breaks out, sudden, unexpected. Flames glow and grow, burn and consume, greedily devouring.
And after….
Looking down on
Embers and ashes,
The lingering smell of smoldering dead things.
You can lose yourself in the memory of dead things,
The things you thought, you hoped would last… Gone now, like vapour.
Or you can lift your head, and
look ahead.

Sometimes you just have to look beyond the charred remains of yesterday, to see the hope of tomorrow


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