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Recuperate

I'll dress your wounds
With mild antiseptic
Spread some healing balm on 
I'm not a trained physician
But I know trauma causes bleeding
Several trauma has taught me
How to bind my wounds
Without a sigh of pain.


I'll break your boundaries
Make some space
For your growth and health
I'm not a trained gardener
But I know first hand
How I hated to be defined 
By standards
By rules
By anything 
Not even a title.


I'll let you run wild
Chase the dreams that haunt your daylight
Let you scream
Scream out the words from your heart
Act out your mind sculptured script
Act out every scene
Every act of greatness
Every bit of grace
Giggle, laugh, scream
Learn, live
I'd let you be the real you.

'8:45pm march 8 2020

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