Rituals..

...but I have to pull myself together, away from the nothingness it leaves me with.
For something more lasting.
Once again my heart is empty..just like...
But I kept it safe, for weeks...and now...
Now It's a slow decent from the pique, the climb
took weeks,
a staggering treacherous wobble
Past obstacles of uncertainty
and though the journey seemed it would be a long one,
the summit was reached in a flash and the view was anti climatic,
obscured by other peaks, greater in height.
These too would have to be trekked until the field of vision
is clear
And so standing at the pique, look back.
See that there is beauty in that journey
And begin the descent.
Only to Rise Again. 

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