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all parts: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/

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In the aftermath

of fighting for my life

at least twice

my soul lay like an ash field

of nightmares

and memories

of how I survived,

but there

my spirit stood up

and looked about,

hunting for the future.

My spirit’s mouth

inhaled the wind

to rebuke the land and sky

for it found

no gladness

in this nemesis nation,

it found

the curves of my war-trained body

lacked any terrains

that I

sought to cross

or carry.

So with my

spirit’s mechanical hands

I wrote upon the land

blessings

to ripple the rocks like water

into new shores

and I

painted the cinders

with healing runes

to hold them

through upheaval

and the storms

eating us alive–

and my spirit stood up

where the silt settled

into treasured meadows

and I looked upon

the expanse

to name the rivers

of my veins

Home at Last,

call the silhouette of my skin

Safe Shelter

and the foundation of my timber bones

a jungle sprouting from rich ashes.

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