In this one, you're happy.
You have found your voice.
Your roots touch the earth,
Your grandmother's voice is familiar.
Here, the sparkle in your eye
Is not a tear.
Here, body and spirit unite.
There's blood on the stone where you're sitting now
But you're pristine
There are shreds of tattered garments
But you're in robes
I may never see you again
But here's my hope:
I dream my best dream for you
To find home <3
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