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my words are lost to themselves,
like the touch of shirt
you let the breeze blow through
and the wind
always
takes
all.

but i will stumble you out a message
something heavy handed
so you wont be blown away
in the storm

if you find yourself
tumbling over
like Oklahoma rain
it is okay
time will swing
back round the sun
collect you unto yourself

if you smell of mold by the river
pale – soggy bottomed
and not the heart
to rise from mud
it is okay
your fins will form arms
you will crawl from the bank

if you lay cracked open under a couch
staring past pillows
to the holes in the sky
crying out for mother
or for God
for the jackknife to stop
it’s pound through the night – right
into your chest
remember
I laid there once as well,
and survived
you can’t even see the scar.

don’t let the veils be your sky.
because endless doesn’t have a limit
Your spirit can grow taller
from being the lowest –
it’s ever been.
bruises turn pink
hearts can mend
bones can fuse
And You
evolve when you need to.

— Shane Manier