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“Extinguishing flame in ice cold,
I watch stinging scars form.
Standing solo under sheer white,
my ragged breath is iced.
I am as frozen as the death
that plagues my waking.
I am all who remains of my tribe.

[Warrior Spirit]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

tags: body, courage, mind, plagued-by-death, remaining-member-of-tribe, solo, spirit, spiritual-block, spirituality, warrior

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