to leave this dying flesh
to reach for the light
stepping out in faith
when I don't want to
leave the driveway. Lined with
my past. Simply, take me
to where it's just me and you.
How can I take my body
and bring it back to life?
that somehow breathes inconsistency
yet speaks prayers
that don't seem heard.
when everyone is asleep.
in the still night chill,
the ground a hard corpse
grass frost-laden,
my feet on
the wooden floor, pacing
pray and trust.
The grass that grows
began with a seed,
I am more than the stars
that swim free,
let go and believe.
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