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raw emotions bleed from tangled guts
the human in you beautifully exposed
composed of naked breath, flesh and bones
you walk alone through the wild
a body of vulnerability
weary — yet steely face to steely face with the uncertainty of the world
and it’s penchant to produce devastation and beauty in unequal measure
still, this living thing calls out the best of your love
you — who is made of a spirit,
a soft kind of magic that knows war and knows peace,
that knows helplessness and hopefulness
that is willing to act on instincts that satisfy a souls integrity
right now, in this moment, without any hold on the outcome
you don’t know just how and just when or if you will ‘make it’
but you know somehow this moment will pass
dearest, place a palm full of grace on your heart
as you stare getting lost in space,
know — amidst the trauma of the time, you are evolving evergreen
