My #life Part #1 My #life A disillusioned introduction for a once shimmering beauty Embracing the final touch of innocence The last remnants of an ancient grace Thou art the garden I could never reach The gentle pool yet drying my course frame It is the promise I have frivolously shed from my soul Even before a violent birth had expelled all that is me My identity Born like a cross upon utter frailty Yet while my eyes are closed And tender hands open to the frigid air My heart receives a perfect flower A peace I could never win or deserve And for the briefest of moments I am free
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