Pieces of me, cards of a deck scattered across my thoughts.
The disarming power of chance, beauty, color and words
Pushing me away from the life I called my own
Unearthing memories of a forgotten me, that once was
Beautiful, powerful, and free, swollen with life, passion and conflict
A chamber of my heart, atrophied and decrepit
Is now filled with life, and the uncontrollable fury of broken shackles.
You pull me apart, rip my ordered seams, turn my eyes towards
the new old cards of my deck,
oddly shaped, awkward, and worn by neglect
And while I am left here, in this storm of emotion, loss, and numbness
Chasing the unknown cards of my own deck, blown by your wind,
all I wish is to see you once more.
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