Dawn breaks
And I belong to you
Tethered by invisible chains
Bound by the beauty
Of my conviction
The passion in your prose
Unmerciful
Tears fall upon the pages
Hard and sharp
Like a desert monsoon
My best, never good enough
Like an illusionist, I break free
From my watery grave
And the snow falling on cedars
Is my beautiful reward
-Deannalynn Arzola
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