Still Standing

My mind dwells on the fierce nature of my words.

Strength combined with compassion.

And anger too.

though righteous.

In the middle of speaking clear

Something lost is returned.

And in the middle of it

I am a small child

No

A broken toy.

I sew my heart back together

And push the stuffing back in around it.

Patching the hole.

The problem is,

It is too big for this body.

Or maybe it is only my perception

That is the problem.

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