In the hollow

child in winter

I am in a void right now.

Nothing is happening.

I am guessing it is a “between time”.

I am in the hollow of endings and beginnings.

I feel stagnant.

Like a tree in winter, I lay dormant.

I am waiting for the next season, realizing,

it takes time to arrive.

My inner child, ever the brat,

complains, “how much longer?”

The wise one within patiently explains, it is a time to acclimate,

to breathe. This spell is just as important as all the others.

So my bratty inner child is learning to listen….

while impatiently tapping her foot to the silence.

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