Restore

Don’t leave breadcrumbs
You won’t come back
Scorch the path
Sweep up the splinters
Of your shattered self
Let them float on the wind
Stand up straight
Your weight in both feet
There is no reintegration
Your shape is now changed
It is a new and beautiful thing
Do not shroud it in regret
Imbue the minute cruelties with a new sort of light
A lightness that is pliable
And liable to cower
But can never vanish absolutely

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