The Weary Mole

We peek out of our bunkers

like weary moles

Blinking into the light

to see the shine of a new dawn

🌑

Our eyes may be red

unable to focus

We may be disorientated

confused

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But like the weary mole

we have a conundrum

To head back down into our hole

and hide from the world

🌑

Or embrace the new dawn

the fresh start

where hope can be nurtured

to create a wondrous blossom of light

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