Written on; 12th April 2017
Published on; 26th June 2017

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I have carried the world between these shoulder blades

Broke my bones and torn my flesh underneath its snowballing weight

The weight of an insatiable hunger so profound, the ground beneath my feet quakes

Hunger for blood, for conflict, for chaos that leaves a trail of bodies in its wake

I have carried the world between these shoulder blades

Kept my chin up to not crumble underneath its intensifying weight

Wore both the gore and glory as a bejewelled but bloody crown on my head

The earth beneath my feet still breaks but I now see the sprouts coming to life in that place

Where despite the bitter cold, the scalding heat, blood-stained hands and the broken home,

Nothing is hindering the resolve of that little seed to flourish and grow. 

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