Insomnia Redux

I watch snowflakes

f
l
u
t
t
e
r

outside
my warm
window perch.

Thirsty fern sits in the corner begging for a drink;
Her brittle leaves browned from blowing heat.

“Where do we go from here?”

It’s our choice.

Life begins 
fresh 
with every sunrise.

Failure
(and daily amounts of protein)
help
us grow.

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