Our callas heels have thawed,
and our brittle hands have stretched.
Our coiled limbs have uncoiled,
and our eyes no longer view what obfuscated dreams we were dreaming.
With our blue blood at a steady pace;
We have awakened.
Not only that
but our skeltal shoulders have risen,
and our cadervously weak bodies have detached themselves from
our molded matresses.
We still must cleanse, dress, detangle, and feed
ourselves.
But we stood.
just babysteps for now,
though sad,
for such an blessed nation.
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