maybe it’s okay to cut off the part of us that makes us glow with pride plant it in fresh soil and grow something new yet the same and somehow whole maybe this time if we take it seriously we won’t shame the fruit as they grow slowly into what they will be into whatever they want maybe that it grows at all will be enough that it lives at all will be the glory maybe we speak sweetly to our newness like we haven’t before and always wanted so we don’t ever again miss our chance to bathe in the light of our freedom to drink from the juice of our healing to soften in the blanket of our grief maybe if we let go of the us before we give honor to our progenitor to the us that was and the choir of absolution will sing in all of our cells in our roots new and old and build to a love that echoes for progeny to come
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