Blood drips down both edges
of my sword. I have traveled
to the source of the pain –
through dangerous memories.
I have battled and fought
every demon in my path.
Scratches deep like the past
cover my battered body. Mud
rubbed into my skin. I found
salvation walking on new ground.
I made it out after I found myself.
I put away my double-edged sword
and gave thanks to day and night.
I know darkness comes before light.
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