Soul rubble
Cradled in the valleys wrapped in grace
Wounded by thorns dripping truth
Tossed among waves drenched in change
Postured by pain to accept mercy
Hunger begs, feeding motivation
Thirst drains, drying the tears
Empty pockets hold room for treasures
Strength nicked and chipped by time
Gives new shape to hope in a rubble-sorted soul
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