One Way Street

Long comforted in the grip of complacence,
My eyes then beheld a glorious sight
To which they for once became open
To a new life beckoning me to walk alongside.

A narrow corridor rapidly widened
As my fears subsided with my despair,
And intoxications of feathered whispers and sweet caresses
Performed a dulcet symphony upon my heart.

Cloaked in a warmth, feeling the breeze
From the flexing of an Angel's wing,
Protected from myself - that which harms the most,
And laid upon pillows of enchanting words.

For it all I gave back as best I knew,
And flourished in this newly found passion,
A delectation I feasted upon with abandon,
Never forgetting to whom I owed so much.

My life, once a one way street,
Gained insight into the workings of love,
Though only an insight, for my weakened state
Left many a lesson to be learned.

Time nurtured an awareness of contempt
And ill-doings, that which ravaged my heart and mind.
A hopeless stupidity, thought of as a risk,
Tore at the curtain of trust now ripped to shreds.

The sorrow and hurt lives with me to this day,
Yet forgiven before met was the hand that held tight,
Never letting go,
Never left alone.

Prostrated before an altar of sacrifice
I gave of myself from old to new,
Tearing down doorways and facades,
Building a new fortress . . . a Naos.

Within, my peace became my world,
My life a living example of inner sanctum.
The walls they have rocked and often tumbled
To only be rebuilt with passionate elixirs.

Through it all I learned,
Yet did not reach the apex.
Blinded, winded, and deafened,
My stubbornness unwavered, not collapsing.

Attempts made at breaking a bond
Found fruitless in their endeavors;
One hand not willing to let go,
The other not secure in the effort.

Through my faults I have limped the sails,
Bringing mounting feelings, biting the hand that fed,
Not realizing the achievement I was molding,
My own undoing was in the works.

And in the end the Waterfall Faerie stands
Arms outstretched, yet holding none.
I, for myself, stand alone and tired,
My tears puddling the earth beneath my feet.

A wide corridor rapidly narrowed
As my fears collide with my despair.
All intoxications are now a sobered state,
And no symphony does dance upon my heart.

My life once again a one way street,
Hoping to have learned from past mistakes.
But will this knowledge uplift my weakened condition?
My essence finds no solace.


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