Tree of Knowledge Coven

I am cut to the quick –

Betrayal slices open my heart and walks away

There will be no solace from the west – only predators.

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My anger is covered over with Labradorite layers of hurt

The slow flame shining through the rock

But there is no burning off the sorrow.

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Strength is drowning in my deep well.

My deep well – no longer safe – cannot/will not bring me home.

I am rudderless on the black ocean of stars – it is quiet except for my pain.

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A swirling, spinning spiral swallows each one in its chaotic grip

At a word.

It is voracious. Its name is Rumor. There are many children.

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How do I move through the lies thick as honey – to see a sunrise?

When everything falls away, who will be gone?

Will I know myself?

Will I be whole?

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What will I be?