We once spoke of ashes, of cinders
left behind in lightning-ravaged woods.
You questioned how you would rise from
your forest floor.
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We once spoke of ashes, of cinders
left behind in lightning-ravaged woods.
You questioned how you would rise from
your forest floor.
…
The longer I seal my lips
The more sour it becomes
This metallic silence
…
Will I be tempered in the crucible
Of this cutting new awareness,
Maybe even sharpened to a razor’s edge?