Today I bring tidings of great Peril, Relief, With words I pour into sentences flowing unlimited on endless journeys Like a lake feeding into rivers stretching across lands North, South, East, West, All by my own hands. I was erased By my own self. My anger muted me, spit ricocheted out my mouth. Spurned. My sadness blinded me, my torso flailing on the ground. Pitied. My fear deafened me, my head spinning from all the ringing. Blamed. When my innocence was stripped away from my soul I burned a fire for nineteen years. I foolishly waited for someone to put out the peril that raged around me, Covered by smoke, stagnant in its fumes. Until I heard a thundercloud belt out a note of jubilation Releasing healing from its sky, pattering onto my skin with an exhale Dissipating the smoke, the rage and Allowing me to inhale after such a long time. A mist envelopes me into a hug, I sway and twirl with the drop...
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