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∴

where i once was brave,
it cost me all i had.

there,
in that sacred Trasna,
i knew the fool in me
and the lover, too,

and i let her be.

i let her be.

 

for she was also she
who knew who made her,
and who loved
without owning,
and who prayed
without cowering,
and who knew
without doubting,
and who slept

protected
and serene.

 

 

crossing places,
perpendicular paths,
are not as easy as they seem,

it seems.

 

what cargo am i meant to carry
and with what strength do i go?

no more questions, now.

set it down.

set it down.

 

your load is 
love that bears it for you.

your path is unpaved
but richly sown.

if you would but step

step 

step into the place

where once you were brave.

∴

 

 

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