For The Sunday Muse Prompt 93:
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Here, prone
beneath the weight
of things unseen,
the vision has begun
to fade, the dream
once resplendent
in its colour,
now faint and grey,
Between the leaving
and the grieving
a messenger appears,
a key in its wings,
a gift of redemption
and rebirth.
A Geek's Life 
I love “beneath the weight of things unseen”….and the messenger arriving with some hope.
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Yes the things unseen can be so heavy for sure. This is deep and wonderfully written A.J.. I love the gift of redemption and rebirth at the close!
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