Sweat, pain, and tears.

Anger, hatred, and fears.

Cast out amongst the throng.

No end in sight.


Questions of self worth are brought to light.


Boxes, bags, assorted crates.

Tables, chairs, and bed frames.

No money for gas.

No place to live.


Yet it’s expected and demanded that I forgive.


Yet here I stand.


Here I stand against it all.

Fighting, flying through it all.

Reborn, anew

Not from your seeds


But from my heart and truest deeds.



Now I shall forget you.

Now I shall move on.

For my stories just beginning.


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