the corn grows over six feet tall
i am small amongst the dense rows
labyrinth paths wined their way
be brave
fog billows from the ocean neighbor
cliffs buffer their approach
steading my step i move forward
be brave
crows dart into the sky
startled by my presence
my arms spread wide to symbol kindred
be brave
cool air sifts through
shivers spread head to toe
big strides for open space
be brave
i stand 4 feet tall
the corn does not scare me
the fog is my blanket
the crows my compass
i am phoenix
brave
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