I am not the fantasy
in your head.
Not savior, not goddess, not whore.
This demon you will wrestle alone.
I’m neither an answer nor a mistake.
Take those cords you wrap yourself in
and cut them,
they’ve no use for tying up dreams.
For that which you seek,
you already walk in the heart of. And
the blinders obscuring your knowing
require your own two bare hands- Go,
tear them asunder
and be free.

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