Musings – Page 2 – The Fat Poet

Where Yesterday Rests

ByOwen October 17, 2024

We only ever move forward, step by step,
leaving behind what was –
not in regret, but with a gentle nod,
as the sun tips over the edge of the world,
stretching shadows that grow long, then fade.

2024 | Musings

Waking to the sound of rain on my window, the steady rhythm of drops against the glass, I stir, bone-tired but smiling, grateful for this gentle greeting from the world. The kind of morning where weariness feels like a badge earned, not a burden.