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Too many times, survivors watch day turn to night
With short breath and searing scars
And rise again
To steep tea and dreams
To draw the light
They make potent balms for broken skin
with tears and thorns
DIY war paint and rose petals
The alchemy has rage and range
A war cry and a prayer
To draw the light
With feathered edges, survivors become warriors
And fly back from despair
To reimagine circumstances without surrender
To love what remains while stretching forward
To draw the light
Survival deconstructed is a patchwork of wounds and wings,
Disappointment and defiance
Exasperation and ease
Show whatever restraint and resolve required to begin again
To draw the light
Listen for the scattered laughter of other warriors
A call to make music out of frustration
To dance in the moonlight
To freely choose new points of captivation
To draw the light
Better For That 