Motivational poem

When poetry was moved

Through windows unknown to self

I sat with you

To break it through

The gossip

You told me that life was hard

You told me that it feels weak

When the pavement was as solid as a stone

And the floor neatly cleaned

And the sadness poured through dust

Collected by a vacuum cleaner

And revealed grace as strong as a believer

In the past that just had enough

And the future that held treasure

of golden pencils

fired through time.

Keep going.

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Poem and photography: Alicja Pyszka-Franceschini, 2025. All rights reserved.