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We didn’t arrive here easily

Down the darkest paths pushed

How we crawled through the tangled, thorn pricked underbrush

Belly to the ground wallowing in mud




Lighting fires from our dreams

Burning down the past

Running running through fields of broken glass

Hiding still and quiet in the caverns of hollow logs

Profane choices too dark to contemplate

Cursing divine madness backs to the light

We tumbled and fell down the hills of cold granite

Scraped and struggled up mountains of disbelief

Exploring the ruins of generational neglect

How did we ever arrive intact


Mending and healing

Laughing and singing

Striving and believing

In spite of every wrong turn

We bloom in the night

We still blossom in the dark

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