there are no birds
and yet the sky bright and blue
a weight lifting
*
now you must stand firm
it is good to know your measure
take hold of your anchor
*
do not be dissuaded
let them feel the weight of you
hands sure, words true
*
and so we stand here
knowing there really aren’t words
reaching for hope
*
it’s unexpected
the admission of defeat
desire
for retreat
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