I have climbed up
And over
So many mountains
And swum in so many oceans
And I hold my heart with my own two hands
Nobody else holds it for me
I hold it up
I hold myself up
I kiss the sky
The air
The black earth of the Appalachians
There is music in it
Beauty
Slow love songs
Terrible thunder
Wind
But ultimately
Own-ness
Own-ness of me.
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