Strong

Sometimes I feel it turning in my neck,

Making me turn around.

Like when I turned west

And hitched to the West Coast

To live in the streets of Santa Cruz.

I still feel my power

And it wants to break the old weld

Of my old brokenness.

I am strong

How strong?

I grieve for the world.

I get up the next day and

I grieve for the world again.

That strong.

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