Something to be
I found myself in desert places,
In dry places where no rain ever kissed the dry,
cracked dirt.
I found myself in the stormy sea,
In the waves that threatened to overtake me and
Drown me out at in the ocean.
I found myself where you thought you buried me,
In the cold, dark path where you left me for dead.
I came back. I never was dead.
You see you never believed in me but that is okay.
Because where you left me was not where I ended.
The day you left me was not the day I died.
I found myself there, I found my life then.
Now that I’m beginning, that I’ve found my life-
Tell me, have you found yours?
I rose like a victor, I rose like a phoenix,
I rose just as I am.
I found myself in desert places, in raging oceans
And a cold, dark path.
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