The Wrong Side

On the wrong side of destiny
I was born
In the silence of a teardrop
On the edge of a breakdown
Learning to fall
Learning to unlearn

Chrysanthemum
Hope
That writes itself into words
I touch the words
As the sun fires deep in my belly
Making me into my quintessence
Made into me.

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