Still Here
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After the storm
after the doubt
after the long season
of forgetting
who I was—
after the doubt
after the long season
of forgetting
who I was—
still here.
Not unscathed.
Not unchanged.
Not untouched
by the weight
of my own becoming.
Not unchanged.
Not untouched
by the weight
of my own becoming.
But still here.
And that is not
a small thing.
a small thing.
That is everything.
—sh
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