Day 444: Waiting for After

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to be lost
and lead,
through the piercing brambles
of dark jungled life,

this is the bravest we can be.

 

to be hurt
and hold
when our grip keeps slipping
and even the odds seem against us.

 

to be blinded
by the flurry of choice
the world throws before us.

it is a blizzard,
and cold,
and deadly.

 

i choose.

i choose.

i choose to find us in all of this.

 

that the lost might be found,
that the hurt might be healed,
that the confusion might turn to peace –

this is the bravest i can be –

and we would find ourselves
in an aftermath
and glad.

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