193 – Soror Mea
Kings die,
Popes sin,
Gods fall,
Dreams fade.
Still
Between the chaos,
A humble figure
Smiles.
No plan
Or course
To follow
But today.
Falling,
Hurting,
Getting up
Again.
A jerry-rigged mantra
Marks the way ahead.
Four simple words:
Ah well, fuck it.
Like a stubborn cat,
Always landing right…
somehow.
Perhaps
The universe
Secretly just
Loves her.
Perhaps
She’s just
Damn
Lucky.
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