Honor

HONOR

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My mother is earth

Her mother before her stone

I, I am clay

The inheritance of determination

And lifetimes of unshed tears

Each generation softened

To mutable ground

That grows wild with flowers

Demands no sacrifice

but the pangs of becoming

I will take many forms

A filter without shape

A vessel to contain

A wall vitrified by fire

A fractured storm of shards

A gathering softness in river bends

I honor the Terra that bore me

By evolving

 

 

 

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