He stood beside me on a ledge
In a place I didn’t know
The dark sky touching both sides of a verdant canyon.
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Below the ledge I saw sharp rocks that I imagined were marshmallows
He used deep hooks to attach strings to my arms
I felt pain and relief until he pulled hard and caused more anguish and doubt
Then, once he was done, he pushed
And I fell
Screaming a weak cry that woke you
About the Creator
Archery Owl
Father and Friend
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Omg terrifying ♦️♦️♦️♦️
Wow... this seems very self reflective. Perhaps you are seeing a part of your soul in the mirror. Sometimes we fear our most dark places because they remind us of the path we are on. It takes he who is the light to show up and take what you claimed as yours and in that moment of panic you see your reflection. Perhaps they are your own hooks that you felt.
Whoa… this gave me chills! The “screaming a weak cry that woke you” hits so tenderly too.
May the light guard you and free you.
A nightmare? I am curious about who he could be.