healingtrauma
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Sometimes the soulRises up. Dances in the sky. SometimesIt liesDefeated on the ground. •Somtimes theWind gently blowsThrough the fieldsOf corn. Sometimes it turnsTo cold and wet Leaving all the earthCompletely shorn. •Sometimes the nightIs stil
Write yourself into history
Dance your way into the life that crashes into the unseen shores of millions.
Walk a mile in the sand in my shoes
Tell me history doesn’t deserve to know
Speak the truth
