is strong like a hurricane that tips off
a tree that has been aging like old wine
the notion that you are not enough
finds you on the days you pray most to be seen
like a shadow, it follows you
because it has been born and bread in you
these cells that carry you over
the drag of days that prolong
like the illusive nature of today
that is is part of yesterday and a part of tomorrow
the notion that you are not enough
lifts you like a storm would a tree
from its roots makes you
turn like a fire to a wick
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