In independence

An abundance

And ending to a curse?

Cautiously treading 

Into paradise

Accepting the gift

Knowing none of us deserve any of it

Is that what I was learning

Is that why I was thrown into the pit

To claw my way out

Well I’m here

Knuckles bleeding

Dirt seeped into my pores

I fall before this 

Lush landscape

And cry out 

In praise

Of what I’ve been given

So graciously 


Knowing the bedrock

It is built on 

Even it 

Can crack

For now

I will sit

Smiling in my peace

Home has been a long time gone

I never thought I would feel it again


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