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Held In Pockets Of The Heart
I am haunted
Withdrawn love
and banishments
always the curse
And yet,
there is always a sliver of love
that resides for those
who let me go
My spirit
craves to hold them,
just one last time
These loves of the past,
my history and distraction
from my own purpose
I hope someday
I can learn,
to love myself
as I once felt loved
And my guarded present,
can slowly be unclothed
and I can be a disciple
to its universal power
But for now,
I can only view it
through a fictional lens,
and appreciate it
from a safe distance.
Withdrawn love
and banishments
always the curse
And yet,
there is always a sliver of love
that resides for those
who let me go
My spirit
craves to hold them,
just one last time
These loves of the past,
my history and distraction
from my own purpose
I hope someday
I can learn,
to love myself
as I once felt loved
And my guarded present,
can slowly be unclothed
and I can be a disciple
to its universal power
But for now,
I can only view it
through a fictional lens,
and appreciate it
from a safe distance.
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