lifejourney
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There was once a world where we wallowed
we'd fallen into a dark, cold hole
when we wake, all around us are children like us
Hand in hand they walk towards a tumbling city
Birthed by the Earth,
God planted me here.
I've grown not much
throughout these long years.
Roots settled in,
My stalk began to rise.
As a fragile bud, though,
I turned from sunrise.
Little girl six years old
Watching her father walk away
Little girl so sad and alone
Looking for a way to understand
