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in the absence of light
I find myself digging beneath this world for answers hidden in the past as a child I ate the buds of tiger lilies while my mother sat on the red paint chipped porch steps always looking somewhere in the distance as if she had lost herself on the way to here her present was me tugging on her legs with a broken butterfly in hand a mouth full of clover to sweeten a childhood I had still yet to find I never ate the poison plants a voice whispered not to eat the sharp red berries it was not my mother but the sky and the dirt beneath my feet who cradled me while my teenage mother wished for freedom I wanted to go where she was to be with her in that faraway place my time would come soon enough I followed in her grieving footsteps found my own soul in the dark night I seek the truth truth is the only light these deep wounds have opened me to discover all that there has been all that there is and all that there will be is within me the magic of knowing your own power is just as beautiful as the pain that got you to here
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