Read this blog these last two days,
Straight through: all those early years
of sharp engulfing hurt
Through the lengthening days lost in a fogged
Miasma with no direction at all. Direction is still
An un-compassed thing.
Deep in me ever rests that first fear, pain, despair
Laying in abeyance, underscoring all I have done
Since that day.
Rising through has come a cope-ability
In time allowing the learning of needed
Trust in myself.
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