Bloody

Stepped out of youth
Past the drunk, dried out, and medicated
Hungover the threshold of my own identity
It is my responsibility
The helplessness belongs to me
Wading downstream in the bloodied flow of grace
Restrained by my imposter
Propelled by the Imposter
The humility
The reflection
The recognition
Bloody grace

 

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