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And so she stood

Among the rocks

That piled,

A pyre of life’s debris,

Like so much refuse

Of what had

Once been

Beloved goals.

And so she sang,

The words still raw

Against her lips,

Her livid

Scar of

Soul.

The song, she knew,

Was more than

A sum

Of her whole,

And beyond any meaning

Voice could

Hold.

And so she stood

Amidst the wreckage

Of her faith

Atop the middling shards

Of hope.

And she recalled

The seeds long planted

In her core,

Beneath the thickets

Of lost calls,

Awaiting, perhaps,

This very annihilation

As invitation

To grow bold.

(Dedicated to all who are feeling broken. May they find the seeds within their core. And grow bold.)

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Song in 102 words