Ode to the Pit Stop

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This is an ode
To the pit stop—
The one who finds the stray dog,
Bones brittle,
Spirit dimmed,
Fur matted with the weight of survival.

You nurse the flea-ridden carcass to life,
Coaxing breath back into tired lungs,
Reigniting the fire behind weary eyes.

You become a haven,
A shelter for the storm-worn,
Fueling the spark
Of something new—
Or long forgotten.

You source the strength
For their reinvention.

And then,
You wake one morning
To their absence.

They are gone.

You buried their true self,
Released their forged one—
Neither
Was ever yours to keep.

You were the rehab.

Thank you.

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I’m a perpetually enrolled student in the University of Life™—majored in “What Am I Doing?” and minoring in “Is This Really It?” I laugh so much I’m auditioning for clown school, partly to tone down the existential dread—but mostly for the red nose. My life-plan strategy? Laugh→Mess Up→Learn. Repeat. Poetry anthologies are my emotional weighted blankets, and I carry one everywhere—because you never know when you’ll need a metaphorical hug—or a literal one if things get awkward. Poetry anthologies that I carry with me. Eclectic Musings: Thoughts from a forlorn soul (Musings of a lost immigrant soul Book 2) https://a.co/d/f1OXydJ Eclectic Romance: Awakening of a naive soul (Musings of a lost immigrant soul Book 1) https://a.co/d/7pX2ucd

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