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forged noble thread
guides a knife to cut or trace
sewing as you slumber
belief is a place right here
inside the very outline
to the scar on your face
time has not erased
the momentary recall
planted in the center
holding tightly to regret
humbled by the force
an energy lives between us
the always spinning final chance
forgoing lost or found
reminisce in love’s true kiss
and disregard the vow  
grasping for the single reason
beyond what is clear
the day by day cheer
disguising a familiar fear
expression of a coward
an accessory, for something to endear
piece by piece, over and over
left behind souvenirs
a voice named forgotten
holds on sincere
having your cake and eat it dear
the million mile detour
from what is real
to the girl with the most cake
the knife I hold, is just a knife
there is no death to mourn
no martyr to end betrayal
a final thread in motion
brings destiny to feet
a magnificent push unfolds her wings  
I am set free
to the fate of a butterfly
trapped inside a jar
the weight of agony’s pain cries
for soul’s that cannot fly
with bended knees and closed eyes
arms stretched wide
I reach for the sky

 
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

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