Just to stand

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When dawn came,

looking over the mountains we’d found to hide behind,

she was gracious enough to light the way before finding us out.

Kind enough to charm and churn our senses with her illuminating confessions,

giving cause once more to rise

and acknowledge the length of promise that sat as trapped as we were.

Only not really trapped at all,

but we’d abandoned the truest heights of ourselves.

The stature that would allow us to see over.

Kept at bay when we’d forgotten to choose to stand.

And she changed us with her gentle passing,

and moved the very scene.

Caressing the jagged spaces we’d one day meet.

Warming the ground we’d one day walk.

And walk we would when our standing had been tried and proven.

Walk we would when our standing was sure.