the places where you and life have grappled
where the slender scar was disregarded
the battle pressed in again regardless
until weal by weal the victory grows.
I can count your triumphs in these small hard wounds
not left to heal but reentered in the fray
I find your strength in these called flaws
but what use to me an untested vessel
with siding still smooth and white
the shine of the smith sticks soft upon it
when against my hand your hand fits like a hilt
a protection well tried and proof against any attack
Standing beside you I draw strength through your skin
Let us then begin.
The new world awaits.
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