The way-markers

This is me in the day
with my candles and my
tea, my lights and
my clocks - I got here,
I made it through
the long rough years -
I am beaten-up,
bruised, dented, damaged,
but mostly whole,
definitely alive

to see the new day in
and to revel in it
with grace and gratitude
and plenty to do - my
studio brims
with all the many-coloured
things of fabric and
wool, of words
and joy

I just need to walk it
the marked way

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