Return

Poem

And the scars are our bond.
We branded each other, and the pain
Is our history.

Beautiful, swirling survival
Marks our flesh and souls, indivisible
This, our history.

In this, our tribe grows.
War and love, peace in both
Fills our present.

A family through blood,
We walk on together,
Awake in our present.

New wounds will come,
Clash and connection,
On the path of our future.

The cycle repeats,
We all return to one,
The past, our future.

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photograph by Sergi Ferrete

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