Cleaved
Dissonant echoes
I'm ashamed to know their source
In weakness shattered
A lie certainly
But so much worse to know now
It was born from truth
For you called to me
But your voice pierced my eardrums
Cleaved my soul in half
Does it help to know
Even my pieces loved you?
Yes, the smallest mote
But I knew not how
To withstand such a harsh blow
So I ran away
Homeless most truly
Hopeless yet blessed wanderer
Still led straight to you
But without my past
Could I have ever arrived
As my full self, here?
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