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Strength that was mine

Combing through
These broken beams,
Once strong
Expanding my chest.
They bent
And splintered
And snapped under weight.
They drifted down
Light as air,
Released a heaviness
Like glaring, burdening

Nothing is there
In the fragile case
The core of my strength.
I reach down
I can’t pull myself upright
And I fold into what is left.
A weight I cannot bear
A foreign place I inhabit,
Holding me back.
Let me breath.

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