trembling but roaring


march / brokenness / moments

and i'll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness 
through this magnifying glass i see a thousand finger prints 
on the surfaces of who i am
atlas: son / sleeping at last

show me
how to struggle gracefully
let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up
once more
atlas: son / sleeping at last

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