sometimes it's like thick
underbrush that you have to
hack
with a machete.
other times it's a
stone wall that you
chip a
way.
but i did it;
i made it through.
now the ground is clear and light streaks
the canopy above.
or i'm in a giant cave,
the only sound
drops
in
a
pond . . . and somewhere, there's
an exit.
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