We will find ourSelf.
Carrying everything.
From all the times before.
Even after we broke our skin trying to set them down.

We will find ourSelf fighting.
With eyes closed.
All that ebbs and flows.
Roots and rise.

We will find ourSelf.
Holding our breath.
Holding our fears.
Holding on to what was never ours.
In secret hope that it will connect us to pain that we thought kept us alive.

We will find ourSelf lost.
In wishes.
In hope.
Turning away from what lives in favor of treasures we don’t yet possess.

We will find ourSelf forgetting.
What we promised.
What we made.
Who we are.

But all that matters is that we have found ourSelf.
From there we can begin again.

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