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Gatherer Here part #3
Gatherer Here....
Gatherer Here,
Apply that pressure, rise because you want to shine
While the words don't save you, they stick to you.
Gatherer, here because here is where you belong.
Allowing the words to be your mirror showing,
all wounds that are ready to be healed
Are you ready?
Gatherer Here.....
Stop pretending that you are tougher than the grease stuck
The stove.
But you are, that's why you read and write these poems.
Once you Gatherer Here ....
You stop crying
Start living
Stop shaking
Stop asking why me?
Live in your truth
You stop living in pain
Because once you're gathered here, you realize you are able
to live with your pain.
Because it became something you knew how to tame, control,
Concore.
Do you finally see why we gather here?
Because sometimes we need other people's pain to heal our
pain, to wipe our mirrors so we can finally see clearly why we
Gatherer Here....
Art of Poetry
Don't call this the end
It's the start of a beautiful beginning that keeps on winning
Delleesa Harris
6/15/26
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