Irrevocable Desires

Irrevocable Desires

A pensive state shatters through timelines,
forming an energetic alliance of involuntary submission.
An escapade of indignant truths...
categorized by unwitnessed entities,
mislabeled as miscreants.

I have not vandalized the darkened, rural,
subliminal corridors of my mind…
And yet, they have begun lighting
the hidden paths that eluded me for centuries.

I’ve uncovered desires that will not be revoked...
desires attuned to the frequency of my anxious truths.

I’ve laid down my sword, temporarily,
to study the image forming in front of me.

And so I stand...unarmed,
vulnerable to the possibility
that this may be the last act...
or the beginning of a kingdom.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro

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Grieving in Silence

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Softness

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