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It was ripped apart!.!.!.!.!.
I can feel it mending together!.!.!.
These dead tissues re-animate their color!.!.
The rain clouds are forming!.!.!.!.
This dry river-bed begins to moisten!.!.!.
My face peaks from the shadows!.!.!.
Sunlight grasps my cheek!.!.!.!.!.
It heats my frozen skin!.!.!.!.
The tears begin to crust!.!.!.
I organize my tools!.!.!.
I pierce my flesh with hope
I mend my doubt with prayer
I let time begin to heal
Determination overtakes my expression
My eyebrows begin to slant
My fist begins to tighten
Whitened knuckles and bulging veins
Intense heat begin to hug my ears
My toes clinch the dusty earth below
My chin Points high to the skies
The jawline looks down again
I recall the doubt that comes to mind!.
I look at my own reflection
It has the same face as I
I shatter it with confidence
I take up my arms for warfare!.
Love,acceptance,and contentment!.
I embrace the Void to fill it!.
As I step out into the light,,,
I feel prepared!.
To face this long and grueling fight!.
Known as Life!.Www@QuestionHome@Com