I'm learning persistence and the closing of doors, the way the seasons come and go as I keep walking on these roads, back and forth, to find myself in new time zones, new arms with new phrases and new goals. And it hurts to become, hurts to find out about the poverty and gaps, the widow and the leavers. It hurts to accept that it hurts and it hurts to learn how easy it is for people to not need other people. Or how easy it is to need other people but that you can never build a home in someone's arms because they will let go one day and you must build your own.

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arms doors find-your-home goals growing-up home hurt hurts leave love memoir myself people persistence poverty prose prose-poetry realisation roads songwriter time-zones travelling walking wandering widow youth

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