What of the survivors, revivers, alivers –
those who have kissed the light, and about-faced?
They have an excuse to wallow and sink, yet those are poisons they refuse to drink.
For those who have lived become their own drivers,
deriving fresh thrill from each turn of the race.
Let’s revel with those returned from the brink, and let them spark us to shift how we think!
First Written 3.7.18 – Modified 4.18.20

Courtney, this poetry is really fucking good. Hope you’re well.
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Thank you! I hope you are too!
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