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You’re skating on thin ice, the prick of a knife,
A delusion or an illusion.
A miracle or a diversion, immersion in fantasy,
Or, plain hope staring you in the face, reaching with both arms —
Don’t let me down, don’t let me fall,
Don’t let me fade into collusion.
On every square I’ve moved my pawns,
My bishop is placed, my rook set;
The queen is prepared to wreck, whispering her secret plan.
The king’s trapped, a space or two to go,
Maybe, he slips through the cracks, other times he falls, and the river of cards before him flips — he folds.
All chips brushed away with ease when you’re betting it all,
The river floods, the pawns play tricks, her highness the Queen trembles.
Dreams and reality spin together, no one knows whether these choices are real,
Is this more than a game? A bet?
There’s a subtle splintering when a betrayed heart fractures,
A deep psychological ache, fog that chokes before it clears.
The night sky is stunning, the auora-borealis effulgent,
Pink, green, white, stars shimmer across the ice-sky, winter-white snow.
Take my hand, don’t let go.
Take my hand, bring me home, for the manger sends hope — as do friends,
In December’s dreary darkness, when I’m weak, unsure, I’ve still within me the Holy Spirit.
Yet, your eyes crinkle, her eyes a memory;
You’re here to protect, because I can’t serve all masters, and in one master we all trust.
And even if in trying I crack and tumble (the queen or the pawn),
I’ve strength yet in an invisible truths, in visible words.
And wherever she is, my mother smiles; she knows too —
All pain has not been for naught — she’s my rock.
Yet, I’ve subtle protection in the dim, not but one source,
I’ve not yet drowned in this fixed game.
For nights I was safe against his shoulder, I sighed;
Safe, time ticking by.
My heart soars with possibility, months or years away,
I’ll never be her, but a twilight of rest provides a tomorrow.
That in the darkness, I could protect and be protected, despite the denseness of fog, those howls in the night.
A child’s laughter lingers,
The lady reformed, steps up and aspires,
Pray for her, my loved ones in the sky,
That she chooses wisely despite.
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