I feel tired blessing my wounds.

Do I want to revisit them?

A friend once said to me, “We are the lucky ones”
as she looked into my eyes
with a terrifying ferociousness reserved for a lioness on the hunt.

Why would she say that to me in a smoky small town bar?

Time seemed to freeze
as I reacted to her courage and bravery.

I knew in that moment why she survived
and thrives to this day.

It is as if she threw a full glass of whiskey
in the face of danger
and stood with a hand on each hip.
Much like Robin Williams in “Hook”
when he remembered how to fly and crow
on his way to save his children.

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