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When the dust clears and you can see through the shadows,
When the deep dark ends, and you might be okay.
You might move forward, but you’re fragile as tissue;
When you find your voice, but you also lose it’s tune.
When you’re there to listen, but don’t hear solid proof,
When the dust clears, the rubble remains trapped between a rock face.
You can creak forward when you’re on your knees,
Praying it’s not one good day, but a second, with real-life dreams —
A crystallization of thought.
When wounds shame, and then you somehow claw forward;
Remove self-focus look to others; is it His will, or my will?
Somedays the weight is heavy, the yoke chokes,
Then, He lifts my broken spirit,
Pets a stray cat peaking for hope,
Knowing I could swallow a butterfly whole and choke,
Or experience misspoken glory, and let it rest exposed.
A pendulum of breath and instinct,
Cross-eyed reverence, nature’s ravenous pull;
Pounce or be still?
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