There are few things I can say with certainty I would erase
an evening here and there, a lingering look, an overdose
some events are formative, those miserable days that enrich
but there are others that steal, that are simply cruel
everything shapes us, and while general neglect brought strength
there are violences, sudden death, abandonment
that served, put simply, only to scar me – make me flinch
is there not a better way to gain strength and humility?

To see how simply small we can be

Than to be so often made smaller – for I have learned more strength
in pastel California nights than in those erased evenings
seen the sheer size of a person next to a mountain
how much in the grand scheme is left yet to achieve
I know I may never have needed to experience cruelty
but I am here
aware now of my strength


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