no longer a lion
i find myself alive
without fear
trust lays like silk upon us in summer
and the warmth of wool waits for our winter
we pioneered the deserts
and finally found water within her wells
never once sought salt in our wounds
we sail without sinking
with will we honor
where we've been and what we build
there will be seasons with storms
tornadoes, quakes and weaker bodies
but I hold this knowing in my teeth and in my bones
these roots are the deepest kind
our skin is layered for survival
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