A collective sigh shudders.
We imagine the mundane again.
I exhale and begin to slot into
The good cheer of rising to the challenge
New rhythms, needs clash.
We try and fail and repeat.
The funk hovers, thick in its haze.
Friends breathe for me, showing me how again.
Light reflects from empathetic smiles.
We rise anew.
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This post is a part of a link up for Five Minute Friday, a community of fellow writers who write for 5 minutes every Friday together on a prompt.