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A Calm Day: The Bastion
My breath is calm for the first day in weeks; the sea is settling at my feet
My shoulders can hold the boulders of my pain; I'm not out yet but I'll find a way
I'm beholden to this daily ritual
the positive impacts of your words residual; this is my place in the sun
but it is also my citadel
That place from which I mount my counter-attacks; that bastion from which I claw my way back
My shoulders can hold the boulders of my pain; I'm not out yet but I'll find a way
I'm beholden to this daily ritual
the positive impacts of your words residual; this is my place in the sun
but it is also my citadel
That place from which I mount my counter-attacks; that bastion from which I claw my way back
Published 21st Apr 2020
Author's Note
I feel calm today. Working my way back
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