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The Valley Remembers
The wind doesn’t howl here--
it warns.
Each breath drawn
is borrowed
from the bones beneath.
They told me to fear the shadow,
but never the silence that follows.
I walk where others knelt,
blade dulled,
spirit frayed,
still searching for the summit
that keeps shifting skyward.
I do not ask for light--
only the strength
to keep walking
where ghosts refuse to rest.
Copyright ©
Alesia Leach
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