But mama, it was tightly packed, carefully sealed, gone.

Although wrapped up in glitter like a present,

In the bottomless ocean of the un-conscious it was drowned.

Yet it somehow made its way back to me.

Do things (physical and otherwise) return from oblivion?

Help me. Pray for me. Tell me what to do.

The sands of time are playing their game too.

Upside of the hourglass I’m a warrior, invincible.

Downside I struggle, exposed, vulnerable.

Will I survive if it decides to take me head on?

Will I even fight? Will I even move?

Maybe I will give up. Maybe I will lose.

Let me save my strength and put on my armour though.

Then maybe I’ll forget everything and just pretend I did not know.

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