Today I chopped my way through the woods
My arms beginning to ache. The mist began to lift,
the sun burning across caught something on the ground,
lighting it with a starburst, tiny fingers of light dancing
A small gold token teasing, come see, pick me up
My mind still whirling from yesterday’s demons
I took it as a sign of good will from the universe
It felt warm in my hand
Turning it over to find a rope design around its edge
With an open eye in the centre
This brought a smile to my face
As if someone had whispered
I am watching you…
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