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You have swallowed a bitter pill

Or two

Heartache reverberates in remembrance

Chest expansion from iron resistance

But also from an increased capacity to love

Hide away, hide away…

Angel drifted, angel lost

Delicate is the man who is bruised from the inside out

Strength and tenderness equal in power

Show me the pathways, arteries, fibers of being

Open the quarry

That leads to your yet growing and undiscovered soul

A treasure where lie

The veins of gold.


                                                        A. Locke 2013