forged noble thread
guides a knife to cut or trace
sewing as you slumber
belief is a place right here
inside the very outline
to the scar on your face
time has not erased
the momentary recall
planted in the center
holding tightly to regret
humbled by the force
an energy that lives between us
the always spinning final chance
forgoing lost or found
reminisce in love’s true kiss
but disregard the vow  
grasping for the single reason
beyond what is clear
the day by day cheer
disguising a familiar fear
expression of a coward
an accessory to the hustle
left behind with souvenirs
a voice named forgotten
holds on sincere
having your cake and eat it dear
is a million mile detour
from what is real
to a girl with the most cake
a knife is just a knife
there is no death to mourn
no martyr to end betrayal
a final thread in motion
brings destiny to her feet
a magnificent stretch unfolds her wings  
I am set free
with the fate of a butterfly
trapped inside a jar
the weight of agony’s pain calls
for soul’s that cannot fly
with a bended knee and closed eyes
arms held wide
I reach for the sky


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan