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[Guest guest]

It was business as usual.

Like any other day.

 

Attached

and nailed to the world.

 

Wore my barbed wire crown

on ego hill.

 

Was whipped by lashing tongues under shade.

 

Strung up.

Hung,

...then left to die.

 

Ignorance is cruel like murder.

 

The next day

I remember hiding.

 

Stuck in a cave.

Like a reluctant infant.

 

Then an earthquake heaved me out.

 

There was light and rain.

Then sleep.

 

Deep sleep.

The kind you can't remember.

 

Then there was a long dream that seemed liked forever.

 

I was living in a house.

It had property lines.

 

No one was allowed past

a certain point.

 

Beyond this point

I begin a journey.

 

A healing journey

where everyone I see

 

is me...