Traversing over the rubble of my shattered world
I sought not perfection,
but a clearing on which to perch,
a look out for a new horizon,
I willed myself to harness what remained
turning rubble into a fertile valley
embedding seeds along the edges,
heaving others into crevices
hoping to push back the weeds,
willing life to come back and live.
I sought not perfection,
but a clearing on which to perch,
a look out for a new horizon,
I willed myself to harness what remained
turning rubble into a fertile valley
embedding seeds along the edges,
heaving others into crevices
hoping to push back the weeds,
willing life to come back and live.
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