When all crashed back in March this year, reprieve was delayed (and then cut off in June). From the beginning, I felt September was when I would reemerge.
I had hoped for less interference – to be allowed to proceed and progress, supported.
Through fire’s compressive heat beyond melting, I’ve held course, determined to not be thwarted.
Casting off the old by burrowing through caved-in tunnels, I’ve found a thin ray of sun peeking, as the hearing’s judgement is rendered in my favor.
Will I be allowed to emerge into the light of day, somehow stronger for my endurance? Or will I be shattered into pieces and buried again, mercilessly?
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