There is beauty to be found when we take time to sift through the ruins
But it takes courage to handle broken shards of what once was
And it takes willingness to feel the pain
Shed the tears
Howl at the moon
No precious stones or metals here
Just clay, breath, blood and bone
We must become our own alchemists
Heat our own precious life
With the fires of passion and desire for our own sake
For what good are we to the world
If we are no good to ourselves
For what good are we to the world
If we are no good to ourselves
Reclamation
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