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Today begins the long, slow process

Of rebuilding my shattered heart.

I will pick the shards of glass

Out of my bed before I sleep again.

I will clear the squalid remains

Of my neglected life from my temple.

I will rage and crash and tempest

And then I will rage and crash and tempest.

I will cry the tears of a tropical depression

And know the wind is with me.

I will shed the tatters of my broken pride,

My last sacrifice to hope.

Who is the God of Hope?

And O What have I done to offend thee?

I will soak in a thousand anointed baths,

And bless myself with sacred tear drops.

I will burn incense to clear away smoke,

And turn darkness to dimly lit candlelight.

I will consume sacrament like I am starvation

And I will immediately lose the taste for food.

I will offer up all of my self-destruction,

And I will prostrate myself before myself

To beg for my own forgiveness.

I will awaken to a new world,

Strange and full of monsters.

And I will not ask if I am loved.

I will not ask if I am worthy.

I will not ask if I have value.

I will not ask if I have virtue.

I climb into the ivory tower.

I will never be undone.

There are none here for me

Except the one who will face dragons.