To lose a season,
Is more than I can reason.
A loss of time,
No way to rewind.
Mistakes made,
Prices paid.
Once ideas ran amuck,
Then I got stuck.
A pain more fierce than ever I’ve felt,
Alone in this I dwelt.
A curse did find me,
Faster than I could see.
A curse that took 4 months from me,
Preying for decades, millenniums to be set free.
Freed in me to go unchecked,
My entire self it did wreck.
My world has changed differently,
It’s not the one I use to be.
Stuck in a place but moving fast,
I wonder how this will last.
The weakest I have ever seen,
Lost and alone was not the dream.
I want to believe again,
I need my Friend.
2/22/25
-Dana Gross
Creative Dana 
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