The illness of your own body
The lightening of your soul soul to the truth of what is today
We expose our sides
our wounds in loss
Our new skin
We climb to overlook the new horizon
we balance on new found limbs
and sometimes we slip again, we fall
The valley appears so close again
but one hand remembers it is higher than it was
the last time this happened
Grief it tears and it is torn
Grief it reaches and falters
Grief it exists because of love in your heart
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