dearest whole-hearted embrace of like minds
that sheltered me from my youth,
that purposed me,
that loved me when i didn't,
couldn't,
would you shelter this outlier now,
purpose it, if possible,
or love this stranger in sheep's clothing?
or
would you lower your ladders into the gray abyss
and hope for something to crawl out?
or
shun me?
your blessed self-appointed savior
held my mutinous hand.
indeed, i will always owe him
a debt of gratitude,
concept or not.
and he will always be my savior,
concept or not.
dearest haven,
i have found safety within your fold
but
your safety starts to hinder me.
i need you now to
let
me
go.
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 1:26 PM UTC
dearest whole-hearted embrace of like minds
that sheltered me from my youth,
that purposed me,
that loved me when i didn't,
couldn't,
would you shelter this outlier now,
purpose it, if possible,
or love this stranger in sheep's clothing?
or
would you lower your ladders into the gray abyss
and hope for something to crawl out?
or
shun me?
your blessed self-appointed savior
held my mutinous hand.
indeed, i will always owe him
a debt of gratitude,
concept or not.
and he will always be my savior,
concept or not.
dearest haven,
i have found safety within your fold
but
your safety starts to hinder me.
i need you now to
let
me
go.
Copyright February 28th, 2011 by Victor Thorn.
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