In some kind of noise I lost my name, my identity and my sense of self,
In the dark I clawed at any and all hope,
Something I had never done before,
But something in me, a bridge of maybe, a bitter-sweet sundown, made all the difference,
It pushed me more, like a dim, humming streetlight,
One that could flood its lights at any given moment,
I amy not have the strength to roar, but even in the noise I found my voice, my sense of self,
My grace adorned…
Nessa 🖤🖤🖤
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