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What Gold I Found

I sanitized
a bit Today
Screwed up my face
Set out to erase
references and traces
of what you said
You are
but clearly
Aren’t

Gulp
Gasp
Sit down in the sun
Like a miner
Panning through rock
I’ve sifted through
All that you brought me
Kept what little
Gold I found

I ache
for the sting
of a cold wind
to dry tears
Obscuring
my view of Wow

Bravery
Dignity
There are no Endings

I dust off
scraped knees
Straighten up
Begin to walk

Sure
Enduringly
Life finds a way
as I will
to go on

c2014 GC Cameron

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