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I fashioned a flag from the olive branch

Craft glued feathers of a dove

It is what I wave in the clearing of my mind

A symbol I have overembellished

Pulled down the heavens and sewn in stars

Added every symbol I remember

Hearth, home, peace, and love

Every metaphor I could recite

To call now a meeting of me

The maiden, mother, and crone

We gather, I gather, together

In this moment of reprieve

The words swirl on the air

We discuss forgiveness

Agreed to absolve the child

Struggle not to chastise the teen

Hold hope for the mother

Drowning in her own fear

And I settle into seeking wisdom

Unable to accept the shadows

To young still to live this path

Trying to find the lost years

Through the mind of the crone

We hear the echoes, the closing statement

No vision blurring in aged eyes

But love, running torrentially

Filling a long since failing heart

This must be encompassing

I cannot pick and chose

No excuses, just acceptance

And the waking mind is ready

I will reconvene

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am having a momentary phase of boredom from rhyming or seeking a specific flow. Forgivness of myself has been wighing on my mind a lot, I find myself looking at it as a detatched aspect of self, one I shouldn't identify with yet, just to try and fiure it out. I have much life left to live but it also feels like lifetimes at the age of 32. I do not feel old in the detached social constuct way but in the way of too much insight, too many thoughts and discetions. I am still a mother, young to so many, I do not feel it..as I ddi not feel like a child when I was one. The burdon of the 'old soul'.

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