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one cannot uncut the skin
sometimes you can’t start again.

one cannot recant the word
once it’s meaning has been heard.

one does not fall upwards.

 

so let it bleed
and let it break
flood the shores beneath it’s wake

and be done…

truth is the injury and healer.

 

‘cause wounds knit back though marked for good
and breaks rebuild with limp withstood
and waters recede and curb their wrath
and there is always an aftermath.

stand

and stand with weathered beauty
for all that you’ve survived.

stand

and stand with trial’s bounty
and the joy of life, revived.

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