Your must lose things to find them. Rip to repair, slip to find out, who you return as. Tumble through trials be torn away from the known to evolve stronger. You must reach your own hand be burned unjustly to hear my scar's story. © Ali Grimshaw 2020 at: https://flashlightbatteries.blog/ dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #105 "Slip"