You've gone off to fight this un/holiest of wars. I have no armor to give you other than. my. words. We had evening speak and I listened to all your concerns and worry and frank... excuses. I moved inward to you and breathed in and out your fear, and ensured you there was no other motion but forward. That your hopes had to be aligned with your actions. That your motives had to be aligned with your heart. That your dreams had to enable a good. future. That once you mounted, you'd be all alone. Even with crowds around you. alone.
As you vanished away from our sight and day's breadth begin to whisper into night, we turned our backs away from where you once stood. Moved silently into some hopeful, prayer/mood. For you to come out victorious and unharmed. Proud and new. Fluid and single and unscathed and learned. Looking proudly into an unblemished. future.
You are prepared. Don't lose grip/hold on some of your weapons in this. battle. Never let go of your heart and above it, the mind. We will stand/suit in your return and receive you as you are. and nurse your wounds and walk away from the wasteland with you. into that new/place.
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