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Ashes, gently blowing away;
burned dreams that could have been.

Lost, but feeding the ground
for something new to grow.

Life feeds on death
Beginnings come from endings
the lost leading to the found

Smashed and ground
cutting flesh and marring bone
wound me deeply
in their passing

But I heal and become stronger
not the person I had been.
Once a child, now a man.

My lessons learned and wisdom gained
from blood and pain.
All knowledge earned from suffering.