While Gathering

       While gathering, sometimes I get tired. Collecting needs of the tangible and otherwise. Holding them close to my soul with each moment. Sometimes I wanna put my hands over the eyes of my tired self, rest for a short while, then gather again when stronger.


        While gathering the journey can be alot, the weight of it all too much at times; so I remember. Remember there will be joy. Remember there will be hope, and good. Remember it isn't always a struggle, and what's gathered will be for body and soul of me and my "hive". Sometimes I get tired, but I continue gathering, after much needed rests along the way.


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