Feels like clouds
Rumble as thunder
Tastes like thistles
I will swallow
The world will not engulf me
The thoughts are crippling
They will not kill me
I will walk
I will run
I will pray prayers like moan
Engine prayers that roar and cry
I will feel the sun on my face again
I will dance again
Today I will rest
And love myself
And speak kindly to myself
Watch me be bigger than this
Again
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