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I came here not knowing what was to come.
I was a dying man.
A rusting knight, poisoned within and rotting.
From the city lights I ran.
Not knowing if I will see thirty years of age.

Here I paused. Gathered what little strength left within the broken Spirit.
I crawled out to Neah Bay with a death sentence.
Fighting against the ripe nightmares.
Praying for the busted dreams to take root.

Come staggering back out of the wilderness.
Holding tight to the tiny blessing I was given.
Holding onto the tender life flame I rekindled.

Now here I am. Preparing to leave.
Thoughts rumbling in my mind like thunder.
In wonder I see how much I have grown.
How my little flicker is now an inferno.

Returning to old battleground.
Tears in the sky, dancing with my own.
My face painted with defeats, victories and draws.
I stand here staring out at the town I came to to die.

One busted Spirit coming home to crash and burn.
Turn of the pages shows the same Spirit raising.
To take the given years as a blessing.
Make them worth legends...