Resumption of Purpose

Awash with

Tender fury

Daring to face impossible

Odds and armed with

Purpose. The world is not a

Prison but a playground

And I take your hands

Guide your steps

Dress you with words

Kiss you like I invented it

Pay attention with the

Force of gravity

I have stared into the world

And saw invitation

Over rejection and how

You call to me

As I build a new world

A warm, loving surrender

Wear something to show me

That you know the way

And walk to me

Slow or fast

But please be fast

I clench with want

At the sight of you

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