Through necessity
A glaive was forged...
Deliverance overdue
Urge of breakthrough
Grander than
Comforting avenues
Of my fictional self
With fire and steel
In hands, I stood...
Naked amidst creations
Of deception's womb
Truth of I
Barely piercing through
Shadowy worlds
Blade strong and sharp
Arm raised over my heart...
Understanding
Steel is cutting
Less than light
Upon it reflected
I stabbed through layers of fiction
Until the reach of core came to pass...
No blood spilled
Just light shed
Finding myself not in death's grips
But in newborn freedom's arms.
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Love,
Sylvie
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