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Mar 2017
How could I possibly assimilate the picture that you drew
An array of colours
My world you already knew

You told me I could have it all if I tried,
I could hold the world in my hands
if I put my fears aside.

The veracity of the universe is palpable to me,
I asked and I received
working with the cosmos in true harmony

The inexorable truth that I could acquire it all
I couldn't at first fathom
so you picked up your pallet and painted my desires
you knew this would set my heart on fire -
and it did
you lured me in
although aligning with a celestial force
this world I am within.

I listened to the wind
and I listened to the rain
as though I was waiting for my benediction
but that never came.
My intuition told me to continue on this trajectory
to disallow my foibles to take a hold of me

My father asked me, What the hell are you doing?
Father, I said, the chasm between us has been brewing -
for a while now and I must leave -
there is a magnificent path I have begun to weave.
The disheartened look on his face left me with a heavy heart
but sorry father homogeneity is something of the past.
At one with the cosmos but he would never understand
I kissed him goodbye
before things got out of hand.

Father I wish you could see me underneath this pink sky
so beatific within the rapture
tears of joy I cried.
Stephanie Grace
Written by
Stephanie Grace  London, England
(London, England)   
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