SEPTEMBER 16, 2014

I feel the thumb on my back.

thump thump thump

until I am the ground itself.

Until I feel the stomps, and heels,

pounding me thin.

I admire the effort,

I must be special?

My conscience a victor!

You come out clobbering and

blows of valor succumb to you.

You must feel honored,

what better award than reorganization?

I might slowly rise, but I will rise

and when I am tall, and durable.

and heart full of bravado,

and strength full of resilience.

Watch out!

— Cam Ie


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