Reflection

On your behest I will attempt

To wrangle the abstract

And make it whole.

I wrote of squashing and stomping

Like a toddler's tantrums

Of ends and beginnings

Like a cycle of seasons.

You wrote of safe spaces

Of fairy tale fictions

And taking pause.

Most accurately though

This is a turn of a page

Earmarked in hopes to resume

An emotional hibernation

Tucked away on the highest shelf.

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