The survival happens slowly. 
We forgive the oceans 
for bringing us here, 
and we forgive ourselves 
for eroding and 
leaving our own bodies 
when we thought no one else 
wanted them. 
We turn the shipwrecks 
into lessons instead of mistakes, and we move on like rivers 
chasing something better. 

We keep the dreams bigger than our failures. 
We keep the dreams bigger 
than what we lost along the way. 
And we keep going 
until the wars inside of us 
turn into quiet ghosts 
that don’t know how 
to haunt us anymore.

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