Wisdom

In pursuit of wisdom I had it wrenched from me;
bleeding in my sleep settled my dreams
and salt soothed my wounds. 

I embraced pain as an old friend, who
knew where I had been, and what I’d done
and held me still, despite it

Whispering against my skin reminders
that I was alive, that feeling was a sequela
of my own strength.

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