In the tapestry of my being, a letter imprinted,
Etched upon finger and palm, a life's story hinted.
Lines that weave a narrative, a tale to be told,
Each curve and arc, a journey of silver and gold.
In a moment's grace, a channel unveiled,
Words flowed forth, a story unfurled.
A shadow softly spoke, a wave tenderly held,
Guided by presence, my soul gracefully swelled.
Keep going, it urged, let truths unfold,
A dance with essence, a tale to be told.
His image invoked a poignant trace,
Mutual heartaches, wounds to face.
Unhealed echoes of a shared pain,
Fragility veiled, a mask to maintain.
Lost and adrift, not a trace of malice,
As reasons unfurled, past's intricate lattice.
Childhood dreams met reality's shift,
Words, once cherished, now relentlessly sift.
Brightness within met disdain's might,
Yet, here I stand, bathed in my own light.
No longer tethered to your judgment's string,
Visions real, in this healing spring.
Guided by every twist, every turn,
Closer to knowing, lessons learned.
1/21/24