at times we are spellbound,
caught in the fog
of our
life.
the work we do, the money,
the home,
the yard, friends who aren't
really friends,
the cheating wife.
we are tethered tightly
to who
we think we are,
our identities woven
into
a false fabric, so easily
pulled apart.
one thread tugged on,
and there is nothing left
to cover up who you
they really are.
the spell is broken
and now inside the darkness
that controlled you,
there is light.
Sunday, March 15, 2020
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