In the House of Love
1 November 2015
I drifted up stairs so small in their breadth
In my ears only sound of heartbeats rings
Guide me whether they be Lover or Seth
Confusion to empath mind always brings
And as I leapt to a most certain death
Shattered memories sheltered inside wings
Willing to breathe out my ever last breath
The song gift of you in my heart now sings
Mother gracefully offered her trunks’ fur
As I fell she caught me tended to fall
Softest she could though parts did pierce me through
In agony I opened eyes, saw her
All my promises she made me recall
Broken, whole, she pushed me in life anew
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