Story Booth Fall 21, Winter 22, number 54

a poem for when he hard tmes h ave passed
if not passed, then eased
for there may never be a day
without a single hard tme.
and that4's okay.

the day will come hat each sep comes easier
each breah a little breasier
and every morng a welcome new sstqrt.



maybe nottoday. tomorrow even,
but the day will come.

never a moment too soon.