nothing comes from fear
but trembles to assemble
mocking insecurity. the
broken existence i’ve lived
outside the light— to feel
over and over again how
i am knocked down only
to be spared, revived,
brought back to life as
though a doll in need of
blown air or someone
finally worthy
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