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Here we are

Here we are, here we are

And here am I

Victims of thievery, an empty tomb

Nothing was promised when we emerged from the womb

Then we received, we knew love imposed

Dreams of the lives merely supposed

Cradled and nurtured, some just survived

Our very own version of dead then alive

Some were robbed early with burdens to bear

Others lived as prescribed, hardly aware

No matter the place, we felt heart, and beat

If only a moment, sometimes a repeat

Joy brought sorrow and weakness power

Hot coals threatening a delicate flower

Here we are, here we are

And here am I

One without the other would never be sought

The life, the should is not what we thought

To see the others, perfect--danced as a ball

 While we wander like ghosts, we can see all

Our souls made transparent, layers peeled away

Skin inside out, made to sting more each day

Maybe a blessing this new universe

Do we know better than perfect and perverse?

Ripping away has made us all feel more

The realm that we live in, others abhor

We know- we know-- love and then loss

The hole it leaves, shaped as a cross

We stumble under its heavy weight

We recognize each other by eyes and by gait

We find it again, my dear circle of friends

And we grab on so tightly, that it sometimes bends

Damaged or broken we take it just so,

Admire and treasure it before it must go

Here we are, here we are

And here am I