Growth

Growth

This day feels different
than all the rest.

I wake, I work—
I do the things I've done
a thousand times before.

Rote.
Rote.
Rote.

But the routine that
has only stifled me
seems transformed—
even enlightening.

That same old effort is engulfed
by a fresh, genuine desire.

I wake, I work—
I do the things I've done
a thousand times before.

Grow.
Grow.
Grow.

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