The world spit out hot colors
And they sparked a fire in my heart.
But the fire burned down my body
So my soul lay helpless on the earth.
My heart heaved a breath and with it came nails.
While God sent a hammer down on a cloud
So there lay my soul, still with the dirt
Snow danced to its rescue and now I'm anew.
He gave me a step or, rather, my hands.
Build myself up from there.
Tonight, love and hands are my body.
-I'll write again when I write again, Olivia.
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