Kettled top
Brewed from hurt
Whistling
An un jaunty vapor
Rattling the lid
I will not surrender
or lift
The sanctions, of my own
Tried, tried again.
Personhood.
I will be, I will remain.
This that took all I had to give.
Such a little life.
glimmering from afar
that maybe, just maybe
I will know simple happy.
At some point.
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