Keeper of my heartthief of hope
I will not run
but fly on broken wings
born in the dark
caverns of grief
drifting out of
the corners a
thundering echo
shatters the
sanctuary of
my mind
vanishing flight
and faith
falling through clouds
onto the blood
in the grass
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Someone, or something has wounded you very deeply. But you are stronger than you know you are...
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