It is the nexus of these things
That must come together
In their time, in their way
As it is the rebirth that binds us
As we are all but fleeting beings,
wound as a whole that
struggle and survive
unraveling against time
we must rise in the rebirth of each fleeting moment
whole—
undaunted from the experience
as if it bears no weight to our soul
as if supporting a lie that makes it hurt any less
but I come to bear my scars with pride
as if they are armor that holds all my inner anger in place
where it comes out of the softest part of me
I feel it in every blossom
I hold it in every breath
And there is a place beyond words
Where I feel it as an extension of something more than
myself.
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