Crawling

Crawling
scraping my belly on rough
planks, I’ve been travelling across
this bridge
my whole life.

Scattered corpses and hungry
ghosts, protest
“give up now, there is no hope.”
I wonder what grace
stuck its fingers
in my
ears?

Eyes closed, fingertips raw
the texture of the ground
has changed.

I cannot comprehend
the beauty of what greets my heart
when
the crust that has covered my
eyes, cracks
and the light pours in.

I have finally reached
the other side
the inner
side.

Now my journey
Begins.

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