A journey to the far side of tragedy

I was hurt,
once upon a time,
and in the years that followed
I dug a hole for myself,
and hid from the world.

But all the lies I told myself
could not make a hovel
into a home,
and all of my hiding
only helped me rot.

Only the wind could blow away
the cobwebs in my head.

Only the rain could wash me clean
of years of accumulated filth.

Only the sun could reignite
the passion in my heart.

And the earth that kept me safe
could stand for me still –
not as walls to hide behind,
but as a firmament beneath my feet,
supporting me on my journey.

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