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Originally written two years ago today. Edited and Posted Today.

My heart

your denial

I do not blame you.

I know who I am.

I know my worth.

I know my life

separate from yours

is mine to live.

I could claim that ravens call

songs of death;

of derth;

of depression;

but those…..

those words

they be lies.

I see you.

I see your desire.

I see your need.

Blinded you are

you cannot tell…..

who is good

who is bad

who might be by your side.

I am no angel

no devil

sent to tempt you.

I am but a woman

scared

alone

strong

alive

standing here.

Leave you did

as foretold by the wisdom of The Crone

washed in the tears of The Mother

forgiven by The Maiden.

©Nov. 22/19

©Nov. 22/21

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