all is silent now
the battle drum is quiet
you may not know
that I am still here
that I have not left
that I refuse to
I am not like them
I will not cower or run
when you come undone
even in the aftermath
I am steady
because
I see you
and all the pieces
that make you brave
that make you beautiful
that make you worthy
and when you are lost
as sometimes we all are
I will go into that same darkness
that same black night you had to endure
I will go there without hesitation
take your hand
and bring your home
the blood
& the bones
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