Proceed Wild

Fiery swirls of red
swim through my organs. These days.
Storms brew within my amygdala.
Strength is now a metaphor; no longer a muscle.
I continue to wade through the furnace of my heart;
searching for the hope that once was my horizon.
Time
slowly
ticks. Yet, the years are light years behind me.

There is still time for healing. For joy. For redemption.

I will continue to take shelter. Solace in Gaia.
Her oceans and land heal my troubled spirit.
My brothers and sisters of the wild; we walk together
even when alone. I see you. Never surrender.
Keep fighting.

Destruction. Growth. Life.

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