A boom
A bang
Not the big bang theory
A clashing of one's self
I ran into a version of her
Not the warrior
slaying giants
or the soldier
detonating bombs
more like the banner
after the battle
standing alone
on a field of the fallen
where voices call from the otherside
of surpressed stresses
forgotten failures
memories of miseries
and we wrestled with identity
collided with her
looked her in the eyes
Wept with her
Today we are not poetically
or politically correct
We are just standing
like the banner on the battlefield
Simply saying
We are still here.
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