Nostalgia for the future

I can breathe again, I set down my roots

deep into the earth until my fingernails are soiled

with dirt, bones, blood, tears; all tributes

to the courage I must engage for I am despoiled

But to breathe again the air of freedom wild

To eclipse the darkness with the light

deeply engrained fears; reconciled

I am blessed with wisdom despite

the depth of love’s been bridal-ed

but the groom had left the stable

the devil’s hands are idled

divorced/split; the legendary fable

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