I am the line erased from your drawing
The chapter excluded from your book
The hair you shed
And occult teaching you rejected.
I am that rock which never found its place
In the foundation of your house
But was thrown away instead.
It seemed hopeless until...
The line completed someone else’s masterpiece
The chapter became the turning point of classic bestseller... no, life-saver!
The rock discarded is the cornerstone
Of the Gothic mansion where I live together
With my Love who CARES
And magic, raw and honest, sets the blood on fire
As now and here, in the dream-come-true
I softly run my fingers through his hair.
Written January 11, 2012. Edited May 14, 2020.
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About the Creator
Nica Breeze
I started writing fairy-tales before I could spell the letters right, at age 6. My fiction and poetry are about one’s private world and love-hate relationship with reality.
I emigrated to America from Eastern Europe, found home in Montana.
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