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Click hereThese sharp fringes
around my heart
extend from two wishes
- one about love and one about home -
that never quite came true,
but symbolized in a beaded necklace
worn six years from superstition:
a hope for the end of trials,
the start of all my wishes come true -
my head made One, again,
and serenity when night comes
inside a home, safe and warm,
where I accept this life of mine,
while embraced by another name I hide.
Little needle fringes
wound and cut upon a touch
and so there are no more touches
to my heart and to my soul
except by the bravest,
most foolish... and often dismayed -
as those who attempt
in the somewhat arrogant idea
that he or she may succeed
where others have failed
are also stabbed unawares.
But these are the thorns
I grew around that name
and the wishes I made
kept safe and hidden in darkness
of the untouchable heart
that I keep within this breast.