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Call To Adventure
when life called at my door
and I saw the Unicorn,
saddled and ready,
I knew it was time
to leave the old
wounds
some never heal
no matter how magic a cure.
Do
not
grant
habits,
trauma,
the past,
or a secret,
power over you
or your story,
she said,
don’t let them define
your present or future,
karma or life.
I watched the bars of my cage
fade into the shadows
of the espalier hedge
and through the lattice the dawn
golden and rose
as I straddled two worlds.
and I saw the Unicorn,
saddled and ready,
I knew it was time
to leave the old
wounds
some never heal
no matter how magic a cure.
Do
not
grant
habits,
trauma,
the past,
or a secret,
power over you
or your story,
she said,
don’t let them define
your present or future,
karma or life.
I watched the bars of my cage
fade into the shadows
of the espalier hedge
and through the lattice the dawn
golden and rose
as I straddled two worlds.
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