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Another blow and again

I’m feeling the pain,

though actually

nobody hit me.

One little seed began

to develop its thorny bush

Anxiety,

uncertainty,

and fear feed it like the sun,

the earth,

and water.

The wounds that have just been

healed begin to bleed again.

One more little gleam of hope.

Shielded,

it's waiting for the time.

To light fire once more.