How to Unravel a Weary Day
Let every trivial sorrow
melt like morning frost
when I step into the warmth of home,
and sink into bed alongside my purring companion.
Yet some evenings call
for sweeter remedies—
the gentle rush of sugar on my tongue,
or surrendering to a flickering screen
to drift beyond the edges of now.
There are nights when
only the familiar cadence of an old friend’s voice
can stitch together my frayed heart.
Still, I close each day
with whispered prayers—
and in that silent communion,
I discover at last
I have never walked alone.
A journey in ink 
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