Updated: Apr 10
We are cracked and caked.
We beam outward like the sun.
We are intertwined and woven.
We bend and are not broken.
We curl up when it is too much.
We wend through brush in search of the light.
We rest in lacey shadows.
The cool darkness centers us
for the next day’s struggle.
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