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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