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Driven away by fearful shame

On the heart and mind with fiery spark

Will it sleep, eat or breathe

This ghost, this wisp of smoke



What is it to give of yourself when there is nothing else

To walk into the room and weep at the moon

Ignore, deny: brush it aside

Questioning existence; hoping for a dream



Nightmare



Never being here before, it cannot be denied

What was once an angel soaring in flight

Now just another game piece;

So very special



Run



Exaltation, exhaustion; whichever brings happiness

He doesn’t belong here, close his eyes

join his memory of flight

Walk the clouds – a home in the skies



Houses of the holy; whispering chant

Hard to say enough to prove

What he truly feels for YOU

But so begins another test; one word:



Father.