I just barely got to read this, thank you so much S… this one got to me. I Love You, Most.
With each spin of a gods coin,
the constellation of dots join,
with each swipe of the palm across salted face,
and each footstep in or out of any place;
notes are taken. Words are spoken.
Nothing is token.
Even when it’s broken.
Each year that scolds,
each day that unfolds,
every single moment, breathtaking or mundane
soaked in laughter or drenched in pain
is irreversibly etched into the
bark of your life’s great tree.
Your aches, and the wisdom in each white
effort to get back up.
Carved by a gods brittle knife
are the actions that mark your life
the words that left the trail of fire
like, ‘Warrior and Warning Crier’,
and among the others, all aged and
varying in depth, can be seen:
Survivor. Warrior. Soldier. Ferocious Mind Ablaze.
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