Get Up And Go
Tears fell like bullets, and summer blazed;
hair browned from toil, fuzzed from abuse.
Yet the only emotion that plagued her tiny
heart was the silence that emerged from sadness,
more specifically guilt - deemed the worst
category of upset to exist, it seldom died
away quickly. This time comfort stood near
and pointed to the sky which beamed the blue
upon their minds; it was the calm. She said
you are strong.
I got up, and I went.
chill-
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