sometimes the walls
peel down
in tears and metal
as the floodgates
open wide
as the soul is bared,
raw,
exposed
softly humming
its release of pride
heartbeats strong
head up high
queenly stance
bearing storms
ready for the battle
taking form
yet holding on tight
to solace's reins
praying to heaven
for grace in the strain
for soon the cry
to action
will fall upon this
tender land
all that exists
washed away in
a whirlwind
of sand
in the distance
a lightflare
a whipping up of womb
a time for victory's place
in this tempest monsoon
and within my skin
in the flight of
my freeze
my pain opens up
and allows
me
to
breathe
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