Twenty Years Later  I am Still Going Back Home-

I have built this city out of rain.
I have watched it from the floodgate,  the riverbed
I once tried to make a home within.
I have built this year into a bridge.
I am learning to throw away the matchbox, to swallow without catching fire.
I am learning that to build is to burn in a new light.
There is no use for this fire in my hands anymore.
I am crossing the threshold.
 
 
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Chanel