In efforts to move forward
I breathe in,
hiding in my scars,
repeated wounds.
Swallowing the past, whole, into my core.
Like shards bursting through a glass ceiling
they show themselves,
exposing me,
raw.
In efforts to move forward,
I breathe out,
steadily,
I rise.
I breathe in,
hiding in my scars,
repeated wounds.
Swallowing the past, whole, into my core.
Like shards bursting through a glass ceiling
they show themselves,
exposing me,
raw.
In efforts to move forward,
I breathe out,
steadily,
I rise.
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