JENNIFER CAMP

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Clear Path

There is no risk. I follow you

through thickets that scratch my face

and tear my clothes. Not sure 

where I am or what road

leads up or down

and I am not afraid.

Nothing harms me

though I am powerless

on my own. You hedge

fingers, heart, mind, toes so

courageous does not 

describe who I am. 

Just finally 

weak, small,

indefatigable. 

Touch me and

I am no longer here.