Blazing Through Trauma
It is time to pack up, and run over the stepping stones.
Do not slip, for under the water lies sleeping bones.
I promise to blaze a trail through this fog, to let others escape.
But for the poor voices behind me, I can not wait.
There is nothing special out here.
But I can not risk becoming planted in there.
To shrivel up is not my fate.
I’d rather live in crisis than be poisoned behind that gate.
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