I knew I had the opportunity to be like him…willing to sink others so I could swim
When adrift in the vision would become static and differed
There stood feelings of shaken roots and birch trees twisted and stirred
Soon all became dusted with rust and more and more obscured
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Being safe among and within four walls left me hanging on ragged noose
complicit but loose
Beating back indifference by way of my own blood
Compiling foundations of steady mistrust on top of ‘what is love’
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I know I am different from him
I have walked the needled path daily with one leg falling behind
Alert to the triggers of his vanity weaving in and out of my mind
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