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Trial by Fire

by Joanne Marisa Leow
This purity of pain
began with a cold wave
hushing the harsh glare
     of lights
bearing me to a dreamless
     sleep ---

Awake then
only aware
throbbing, pulsating
piercing, aching, soaring

The weakness
acceptance of helplessness

After all
only he can move them
               (those mountains)

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