These words keep me alive
I breathe deeply
my shirt is torn today
but these words are keeping me alive,
still after all of this
my feet do not get wet in the water
I do not shiver in the cold
and I do not sweat in the sun
a pile of rocks made by someone
sitting there
all by itself
standing proud
these rocks were picked over all others
and they should be proud
I am proud for them
I look into the woods
and think of how many hiding places there may be
right in front of me
re-living my childhood
a smile breaks the dust from my cheekbones
my teeth even show this time
one in a million chances.
one in a million.
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