Right there
on the edge of memory
a quavering silouette of muted sensation
is submerged beneath my skin
There lies the secret of my hidden truth
roiling in the membrane of every cell
lurking there patiently waiting
in the silence of my pain
Circling in a familiar formation
the worn path of routine
comforts me no more
Right there
on the edge of memory
shards of shattered glass
reflect the light through
the broken prisms of my life
Rainbows of beauty surround me
awakening senses benumbed
by secrets and lies told to me
from the lurking shadows
of a histroy denied
Right there
on the edge of memory
the quavering silouette becomes
the door to my freedom
open and inviting
it's an unfamiliar path
where there is no glass.....
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