I had no words
To explain
The strange that lie within me
No semblance
Of a vision for a future that could
Hold me
Better Spirits must have
Kept me through so much
Rage and desperation
Lost
In a foreign land
My ability to
Occupy my Self
Slips through my fingers
Moments of possession
Filled with clarity and strength
Leave me
Stranger to myself
Grasping
At emptiness
To make sense out of me
Oddly unfamiliar
Trapped just this side
Of knowing
How to be
Whole
Witness to my own expansive
Wilderness
They still
Welcome me
In
Angels of my own Imagination
Keepers of the Wisdom
Invitation to Be more
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