mind displace;
courage replaced
by guilt and shame,
my unheard name
connotates illustrious images of memories.
wind blows my hair
feet stumbling mid-air

i find myself as low as low can be.

pick myself up,
and pour a small cup
of heart-healing earl grey tea
and the soothing, thirst-quenching me.

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