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i know i’ve been gone for a while, locked in my chosen confines with my journals, my books and my poems, the sound of my own inner voice.

i know i’ve been in hibernation for a while, dwelling in my cave of solitude and safety, but i think it’s justified; i was wandering in the woods for quite a while. it’s a miracle i made it here when i did.

i’ve been licking my wounds, changing their dressings, whispering long lost secrets to the cracks in my soul where a woman should be, will be. she’s blooming there; her light is spreading through my shelter, painting shadows of my future joy on the stony walls.

there’s a wild thing in my soul, i know this now; she found me in the woods, when i nearly laid down and died of hunger, thirst, or grief - whichever took me first. she led me here, soft hands and billowing hair in a crown of grass and flowers. she returned back home, holding up my soul as the rot ran through it, filling its sludge with light, lowering it gently back to me.

in time, she will guide me back through the forest, down the rocky paths i couldn’t see before. but now, i will know the way through the roots and the tangles, the grief and the thirst; i will know my way back home.

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