Breathe
Dried soul
Let fall from you
Your weights, weapons
and fetters
Take from here
What you can
Draw sweet sustinence
Leave your bitterness
Trudge in, if you must
But dance back out.
A contest entry
- Quickie #52 by amaranthine lover.
1000 points, ended September 18, 32 entries
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Comments
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That last line is a really strong image.

