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Posted on December 13, 2016February 4, 2018 by Eloiza

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I Am Beginning My Ascent 🔺 The smell of rotting meat still fills my nostrils. 🔺 My clothing singed and frayed An open wound in the middle of my torso. 🔺 Exposed heart Pulsing. 🔺 I will not forget my time swimming in darkness Choking on dense black smoke. 🔺 Crawling amongst rats, snakes, frogs The earth wet, yet not fertile. 🔺 Lungs constricted Bones heavy Head bowed. 🔺 I feel the sun’s warmth on the Crown of my head I look up, shielding my eyes from the light Pupils taking time to adjust to the brilliance. 🔺 Shadows don’t disappear Contrast: light and dark Beauty, color, life. 🔺 I still track mud with my feet.

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