Through the fatigue of absent dreams
blooms a peace, though I know not what it means.
Stalwart grace burgeoned from a bed of woe,
shattering these icebound crags for room to grow.

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I can't even express how GOOD it felt to write this piece today. After a pretty miserable showing the last couple days, I feel like I turned a corner. Hopefully I don't manage to slip back into those murky waters anytime soon, I've had my fill of that recently for several lifetimes. I apologize for my last few submissions - admittedly, I thought they were decent writing, but I hate being THAT guy. I suppose it's better than letting it rot, especially if it helped someone out there with them own nebulous emotions. God knows mine are about as easy to understand as the rim of a black hole.

Thanks for reading, comments/critique welcome as always. If all goes according to plan, over the coming weeks I plan to make up for my transgression into the melancholic and monochrome. It probably WON'T go to plan, but I will do my best to stick to my guns on this one. Til next time.