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I Am Dust

I sit in my soul’s ashes
after the hell’s fire has burned out.
All I’m left of are my body’s hallowed bones.
Even the remains are not fully intact.
Wallowing in the reality of my aftermath pain,
the wind blows my dust
down lowly canyon’s and unearthly pits.
It’s there that I’ve accepted this life
and this sickness in my brain--
because God loves me
and He birthed me this way.
So I will accept the aftermath
of my fire’s hell,
and believe in His mercy
more than my scars.



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