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Mar 2020
Tears that fall
tend to the past that lies below
What used to be corrosive weight
is now nutrients
providing energy
to my blooming soul
The fire that used to burn bridges
cleared the way for new growth
There is no shield over my heart
my heart has become my shield
and the sword that I wield
as I ride toward the great eastern sun.
Brenna Gracely
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Brenna Gracely  24/F
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