or quiet life, instead I open
eye wide enough to jump in.
Back into nightmare dark and
ripe, the things that keep me
sane. We seek what we know
and I know you. Your fears,
Your dreams, and all the things
You thought would fade away.
How you cannot scream enough
because your lungs are still full
of all the words no one heard.
How your body knows hunger
Like a worn out baby blanket.
How on a locked porch you held
on to your sister and yourself,
and slept on the dog's bed, yet
You never wept. You didn't stutter
at a challenge, you only gained
more fire. Crafting a new path.
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