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The Thief

I was young when you started stealing from me, teasing away my freedom, corruptibly. I despised you as soon as I recognized you, Like I was born to be repelled by your presence. And yet you kept returning, like you enjoyed feeding on my innocence, both nurturing and then destroying my centre of equilibrium, inhibiting all self confidence until I recognized myself no-longer. And forever since, just a whiff of your scent, steals more of that brittle state of mind, until I remember it is no longer you but versions of your memory, remnants of a shadow-self lurking manifesting around edges and angles in moments of reprieve. So keen to destroy everything I took so long to build up, yet still, I managed to contain a level of decorum around you enough to know in your twisted forms, you couldn’t have helped yourself. As simple as a scratch rips a tender sore I learned to pity your talons tearing through to my bones whilst you learned your dutiful place at keeping me in a fragile state. Edging around each scene you created a venomous cage whose key teases itself further from my grasp weakening me each time I froze to perform. I grew to almost admire at your tenacity of never giving up. Thieving nights away from sleep I knew enough to know it needed to come to an end despite the poisonous capacity you fermented in my blood. The earth weaved her spell so I would meet a reflection of my soul, vitality reinforced, a love so pure drove me to gladly enter the cave where you dwell, compelling your release of my grasp so I could finally grow, finally see what I was meant to be, redeemed as my own birthright dignity.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 6/24/2018 8:21:00 AM
To me this reminds me of an exlove that was not good for you. It took time but you finally realized it and moved on. It's a great write and flows smoothly.
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Oliver Furlong
Date: 6/25/2018 6:31:00 AM
Thank you James, much appreciated.
Date: 6/17/2018 9:40:00 AM
Nicely penned my friend...there's always a thief that lurks in the night...poetically speaking...love and light...^WW^
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Oliver Furlong
Date: 6/17/2018 4:37:00 PM
Cheers WW. I thought it important to write about the darker aspect of our shadows. And the beauty in trying to overcome our deeper seated wounds.