No Axe. By CpSingleton © 2014
So, the thoughts of blackened paths
I walked when oh so small,
A duck, a dive, a will to survive,
Break through my nighttime wall.
Can I travel backwards way?
Would it change a jot?
For in this mind, glued I’ll find
The lost memories I have got.
No, is that concise reply.
What’s been spoken has been said.
There’s nought to say, it is that way,
What it’s in the past is dead.
Mere fragments of a patchwork quilt,
Each square a different me.
Remove a link, the heart will sink,
As part of self will cease to be.
It’s not about removing!
I found this out last night.
It’s accepting truth, the bright warm proof,
Then your being will flood with light.
I’m not talking him upstairs.
I’m not ready to give him the glory.
I’m the fuggle, accepting the struggle,
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