Pyramids (For Abeer)

And life was
Small and stunted
No growth at all
Just pressed into a
Mold not fit for me
Eyes lifted to
A moment that
No one else could
See, desperate
To find a place
That I call
Home

Standing here
I have
At last
Put feet and mind
To memory too holy
To say, words
Fluttering as
I embrace life past:
This present a gift
From eternity.
The finale:
I found my place
Of victory

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