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War Zone
Concussions of fire
plummet down on the earth of my soul
feeling the ashes of contempt settle
into the drought cracks of my being
sensing the glare of the self righteous
burn my sensitive luster
till I'm naked and bare to the skin
wilted yet never defeated
And grace arose
greeting the salvo of fire
amidst a war zone
of life fighting for survival
armed with faith in possibilities
it dared to stand out
dared defy the haters
dared dream
that replenishing waters
merely an exhale away
Believing within another day's growth
another mistake's absolution
exists a chance to shine
to bask in the warmth of promise
to look to the morn
with dewed eyes of hope's potential
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