I belong to the flock of birds
caught by a wildfire.
Feared havoc, it hindered the
seed to grow.
Mind turned into a mountain
wilderness,
then bitterness filled the soul.
Cut myself open to be awaken.
Uncovered the essence of living.
Realized that the dark times
keeps me breathing.
Now I am resilient enough to
engage life.......
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