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Destiny’s Thread 
by Tawny McCarty

The one most high within these walls of my flesh and bone may be enshrouded in darkness, yet at once, the sole source of absolute light. Circumstance has lain claim and it changes my heart none. My friend of the corvid kind blesses me with his watchful eye as I sip from the chalice of the devils favorite virgin; flashing lights begin to whirl around me, like my own personal kaleidoscope of tragedy, and despite this, a hauntingly beautiful chord rings out as if from the harp of Heaven itself.

 

When I linger before the place that pulls upon my beating heart, will I ever know peace within that the one most high in my heart of hearts is no longer wandering lost, but rather found? Upon my departure of this darkness, I leave one final entry to be buried deep and forgotten within the passage of time.

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“An invisible touch beckons me

Like whispers frozen in time

I felt my labored breath begin to slow

And in that moment I knew,

I was going home.

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My expression fell still

Behind my eyes, blue as the skies

Played a movie only I could see

And all I could see,

Was him.

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I knew the end was near

A life bereft of that which my heart had coveted most

The sun would soon rise and fall again

And the place I lingered long

Became the vista in which I take my eternal slumber.

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Destiny’s thread has fallen short

Frayed and fragile as I close my eyes once more

Heaven plays its song upon my heavy heart

And at long last, my pain is lifted

I have gone home.”

 

Fiction © Copyright Tawny McCarty
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