In speaking the words to you
In declaring who you are
The ties were broken
In waking up alone
And standing up more broken
The ties are bound
Seeing a path before me
Two roads, I had a choice
I chose to take the one
Already decided for me
And now, I am bound to that
direction
path
future
Until another choice is given
And so the silent words are
uttered
And the spell which bound
undone
Moving forward, not
looking backward
Indescribable
Unutterable
Simply
Being
Poetry, out there, somewhere, sharing the muse.
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