Weighted down,
Holding ground,
Here I stand unable to move,
Stuck in place,
Burdened by belief,
Withdrawn and enclosed,
I stand solemn,
An empty cage.
A flower sits waiting,
Petals starting to wilt.
A funereal stance,
Waiting for strength,
Gaze upon my glory,
As I stand here solemn
Waiting for another flower.
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