Poem: Rough Draft

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There is a land mine surrounding me,

And you could (at any moment) step in the wrong space at the wrong time

And loose life or limb

And yet you have.

And there is a barrier Uoy dna em neewtbe

Snares of barbed wire entangling the fences and the only way in is to climb it up, up, up

And you risk falling down, down, down

And yet you fell.

And bullets and fires
Life death and desires

A fortress built by those who have done nothing but evil things, that never wanted to be built but made to withstand the wickedness of the world.

And yet there you are
Walking slowly, carefully towards it,
Every step you take you make green grass grow,
It grows upon salted soil and yet you step, step, step,
Roses and lily's sprouting and you
Run, run, run to the fortress
Burst through the doors and you

Saved me.

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