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when you were born
the world fell away
incredible joy
clutching fear,
cloying
desperate
beautiful.
now, you are older
there are cruelties, a
monstrously tiny
maze of traps,
enticing taut
glitter toothed jaws
lying in wait
and you
must navigate this,
trace
your own
winding path.
influence is
a fading gem;
our gift, our curse
lies in words,
pride and wisdom
cloying
desperate
hopeful.

by Melissa Kro.

via Daily Prompt: Trace

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