The Chess Pieces Have Fallen

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There’s a warm air blowing through the windows,

cobwebs tear free and drift away into the silver nightscape

of the realm of the full moon.

 

A boldness has infused in my step, in my veins a steady pulsing

that seeks pursuits borne of thrills and exhilaration

at the sharp edge of a fatal divide.

 

The chess pieces have fallen, pieces of a torn photograph

lie amongst the shards of a bloodstained memory

that collapses into a permanent darkness.

 

Old fears have lost their power, at rest the guilt not mine to bear,

the coat of self-protection floats away in muddy waters

and my true self steadily rises in the dawn of my release...