Lament of the Fallen

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I bled the anguish of the fallen
huddled, cowering in shadows,
bathed in tears.

We lacerate our souls
struggle, lying on our backs, looking up.
How long will we lie there and seek stars?

Will we heal from wounds to rise;
unscathed?
Or wither: disappear?
Can we overcome the whisper of broken souls?

I let Sonshine wash over me.
A new life I have sown.
I'm lifted; and I've grown.
I joy in that my fallen state
Isn't all I'll ever know.
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This is my five minute freewrite using prompt: fallen hosted by @mariannewest.

My Twitter handle is:
@wandrnrose7
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