A time has come that was not due
I am not the me I thought I knew
not the fairy child that lurked my dreams
but Magdelena, yes it seems .................
To remain a statue all of gold
or breathe in the life which has me sold
I chose to leave my safe warm shell
which kept me seen as whole and well
I chose to part with the golden frame
I am the painting, Alannah the name
But now I wonder what is next?
how do I shed the canvas, the life that intersects
my history now dragged along
weaved inside for far too long
must be cut from my time
there's too much pieces intertwined
2 years ago
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